Branching off, into a grove of swaying pines

For the moment out of reach

A storm passes through the night

From a red scarred horizon

~

On higher ground

I watch the black rivers swell

And snake through the mist

Carving stillness apart

~

It returns in the new world after

As a creature

Cleaving through the fog

For the spoils of the storm

~

And I wait

For the dirt road’s return

For the waters to gently recede

Beneath a blaze of light