The irony of pleasant weather
When we learned we’re not to be together.
The currents of discontent
Loosening you from the riverbed.
Nearly thirty long years of marriage,
Erosion is a persistent thing.
I think you taught me that
Driving past canyons
Above river beds long gone dry
Water having spent itself
On carving things uncarvable.
The worst storm for me was this
Most strange in its calmness.
No screaming match
No begging at the door.
Excepting of course for
The screaming match days later
Where I spoke my greatest lie.
The cold front met the warm front
Swirling around dancing beautiful
Save for its destruction
Ash clouds floating down
To smother what was left.
I said very little.
What is there to say
To the one who taught you speech
When he leaves.
Plates shifting earth quaking
I was shaken awake
By a thirst unslaked.
I’m not thirsty anymore,
And we still touch
Though from opposite sides
Of the canyon.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Today’s prompt:
Write about the worst storm you’ve ever experienced.
So this might be cheating but it’s what came to mind.
Vagabond Prophet 