thunder

last night
the sky made thunder
like sheets of metal
thrown down the street
toward the lake
and if there were a glass of water
beside my bed
i believe it would shake.
and even when the sun was dim
a different green plant
suddenly turned red or purple
unwarned in my own garden.
how dare you
i've been keeping my earthquakes
to myself
and all of the colors i would have turned
instead i held my breath
i watched you
just wrote some words down
and was like a leaking tap
that could've filled the bath
but instead whispered
down the drain.



a.w.