Saturday was my first outing,
all masked up and nowhere
to go but the supermarket,
strolling with my basket,
calm and clean, with civilised
social distancing in wide aisles,
touching the inhaler in my pocket,
no panic, no fear,
husband always near.
The Sunday walk was leisurely,
a lot of heat but a little breezy,
on a dirt track between trees
and ochre stubbled fields.
Earth was feeling bountiful
and kind, but heaven was full
of angry clouds,
broiling in the blue,
vibrating from head to shoes.
Heads and sky were fit to burst.
We waited for the breeze to stir
the choleric clouds,
massage their bruises,
release the pressure.
But the rain didn’t come.
All we got was an electric hum
as the elements rubbed together
with an unfamiliar fury of weather.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd August 2020
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Strange World
Strange world is the theme of this week’s challenge, and Brendan asks us what’s strange in our world / country / city / home / backyard / forest / ocean / head / heart today?
This morning it’s back to a clear sky, warm sun and breeze. No sign of cloud or storm, and the water in the rain butt is dwindling.