The spadefoot always knows
the day it will break.
No time to stay below,
the desert awakes.
Feel the thunder’s hammer throw,
your long thirst to slake.
Hear the clattering crescendo—
no short-lived, sprinkly fake.
Arise with the riotous outflow,
the world is a lake.
Bask in the sunset’s afterglow
and sing for the lives at stake.
From my new collection of ecopoems, available from Kelsay Books (https://kelsaybooks.com/products/watch-us-burn-poems-for-a-lost-earth) as well as Amazon https://www.amazon
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Nice, Gene,
You gonna read it at the Poetry Center Monsoon Open Mic this Sunday?
Thanks, Michael. Sorry, but we’re busy packing for a monthlong stay in San Diego beginning July 1. Plus, it seems that the event has become more of an excuse for drinking and socializing than sharing poetry. Sorry I won’t get to hear you read.
Cheers,
Actually, Gene, I won’t be there, either. I just had surgery (total thyroidectomy), so I’m in no shape to party with the poets right now. I was just asking because your poem is so apt. It speaks to the moment, and it fulfills the request for rain-themed poetry.
Have a great time in San Diego.
MichaelB
Thanks, Michael. Hope the surgery went well and you’re back to your old self soon.
Thanks, Gene. I think I’d rather get back to my young self, but I’ll take whatever comes.