Parting Storm

(Good Friday,

while rain falls)


Tempests of dread

Over waves or

Maybe upon towns

Or fields or where

Any once had met


Storms have many parts


Forget the question if

It makes a sound where

There is no one to hear:

Storm sounds


(Makes noise,

Goes deep)


From the first

Crashing, splitting, thieving

Maddening descent

Of all the elements


Calling for chorus

And rebuke


Within or under

Land and water, as if

Newly and terribly alive, and

Where both converge

In savage contested



Dying sets in, life strives



Waking day of uncertain

Force, fearing that

Maybe faith no longer



Falling with night