Monsoon Time
Link to Roadrunner Meditations:
https://amethystmagazine.org/2024/10/30/roadrunner-meditations-a-poem-by-david-chorlton/
Link to Pages of Light:
https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2025/06/pages-of-light-in-dark-times.html
Link to Intermezzos:
https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2025/08/23/intermezzos/
Link to Trailthoughts:
https://internationaltimes.it/trailthoughts/
Monsoon Local Time
First taste of a storm
on the lips of the moon, wind
roaming lost in the foothills and midnight
holds its breath. Tomorrow’s news
rumbles in the distance
while music from the borderlands plays on
a radio tuned to dreams. The kitchen clock
says rain is due, the headlines in the clouds
won’t commit to moisture
or to justice. Darkness breaking open,
secrets in all directions, thunder beats
on Heaven’s door, hummingbirds asleep,
and hawks nesting close to the sky
keep one eye open
to be ready
when the first drop falls.
Forecast
The forecast for tomorrow is for more of yesterday.
Temperatures and confusion
above average, monsoon and medications,
forgetfulness gathering
in the morning sky
and constant vigilance for stormclouds
in the kitchen. Sunrise
five-thirty-seven, the nurse
and clear skies due
on Tuesday. Flash flooding in the mind
where memory once was, but there’s music,
always music
keeping time. At seven-thirty-two the sun
remembers to go down.
Thursday is the day
the therapist is due, arriving on a streak
of lightning. She’ll make it rain,
ease aching muscles
and when a dust storm breaks she’ll sweep
the air clean with a broom.
The Storm of August 25th
Clear sky today, sunlight flowing slowly
where yesterday’s dry flood
advanced from east to west and left
the traffic blind. Pull over,
the alert advised, to the edges of the world.
Nothing stops fate
when it’s four thousand feet high. It looked yellow,
was dirty, and soft
like a bear. Yesterday had no five
o’clock. Time was dust. But more
to come as wind
pulled trees out by their roots and set
the scene for rain that was
so happy when it fell
it kissed the desert back to life.
Quiet now, not even
TV’s meteorologist to explain that
it was darkness with a beating heart.