For a week now thunder has been prowling the edges of the farm.
Any expectation of wind or catharsis of storm
merged into the rumble of trucks from the distant quarry
Sometimes very early a spatter of rain wets the ground.
Sometimes a patch of blue sleight-of-hands a few clear drops
but always the cough and growl
exploring the place between having and getting
I like this weather.
I work in the garden
solid and companionable
as the grumblings and drawing attention to itself of the thunder
Who can I tell that I like this equilibrium
At night lightning quiet and blank at the windows.
I think of the pumpkins
I fall asleep listening to the aggrieved and fertile
I wake up listening glad it’s not gone.
from The Tibetan Cabinet (River Road Press, 2010), ? Caroline Caddy 2010, used by permission of the author and River Road Press