Stormy Love
Wind combed through the fir trees
like a rumor, like the murmur of old men
muttering about the storm.
Lightning crawled down the mountain
and drank at the water, lapping
at the shallows with electric tongues.
The roof of the world split open,
the whole sky swinging like a coat on a nail.
Bent by darker winds, I swayed to the earth
of my roots, moaned in the monsoon of
my tossing, and crashed into you like
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
timber.