Thunderstorm in January not
the thing one expects not here
at least not in the Heartland &
I being of romantic nature like
to imagine it portends a Thing
that is equally unexpected possibly
poetic in the offing perhaps
a Thing of Rare Beauty about
to transpire a Something Unfolding
to uplift the hearts of the many
who are troubled a thing like
an orchid blooming on the scale
of maybe a tsumani yes a tropical
storm sized blooming of the earth.
Dust off the books
polish the silver
wax the old table
something is in the offing
though I can’t know what.
Scrub the tiles
straighten the pictures
fluff up the pillows
shine up your boots
pull out a ladder and
clean the windows
someone is coming oh
something is looming though
I cannot say who what how
someone’s coming now.
It’s just a feeling an inkling
a prickly sensation a hunch
a suspicion a gentle tapping
and it’s saying Get ready get
ready! It’s on the horizon over
the hill at the brink coming in
for a landing a something
a someone
soon
imminent.
Better get ready.
I will.