the pear tree is casting shadows
on the window—
and the shadows are dancing.
rain is pooling at the doorsill.
"there will be easterly winds
in excess of 115 mph."
we've stopped talking.
sat in the bathroom,
we hold our breaths
in solemn anticipation.
sirens sound
—cows moo
—grass stirs...
"God,
I trust
your plan
for me."
