Anticipation

Everyone needs to be aware of what soars above them...and the depths that we fall...

 

The day becomes electric,

as billowing storm clouds grow

and race relentlessly

toward shore.

 

We scatter hither and yon

awaiting the rain to fall

and a baby continues to cry

once more.

 

the sun blasts through in anger.

slashing rays penetrating

and Lenny Kravitz playing

on 104.

 

We watch in dense anticipation

while seagulls maneuver overhead

and no one quite knows

what’s in store.

 

 

 

Author's Note

experimenting with adding pictures....next, music
April 17, 2000