An eight-legged freefall

An eight-legged freefall

Broken by the craftsman’s weave,

Inch by inch, crawls home.

Pressure before Storm

There is a tingle on the wind

Like thunder in my skin

The air breathes

And the light quakes—

Shivers, breaks—

Such force is this!

This sudden heat,

This fireless heat

That beckons from the clouds.

The world elates to hear

The fury of its passing.