Storm

I wait and watch, write and wonder
as birds fly above the field
and clouds gather over Pedernal.
The wind increases,
freshening the air,
rustling the leaves of the trees,
whipping through what little hair I have.
I retreat to the
cover of the dining hall
as the wind increases,
the birds disappear
the temperature dips
and large drops of water
plummet from the sky
and plop on the ground
bringing and renewing life.

23-24 August 2024
Ghost Ranch
Abiquiu, New Mexico