The dragon’s roar echoes from an airport
Over the hills beyond and through blue air
To this quiet garden where I sit and stare
Addictively at apps like someone caught
In a maelstrom, the cyclone’s single eye -
Where all is blinding silence - now swiftly
Searches out where my old weaknesses lie,
While images are swiped from memory.
Communication fails, there is no word.
The finger of God un-moving across
The surface of the pond. I am at a loss.
Somewhere the cawing of a crow is heard.
I listen for the pings that signify
A message - but nothing. As if I die.
© IMB (July,2021)
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