Terraform by storm

The rain has returned to Corvallis today, although these skinny clouds are not near as full-term, labor-induced as my word choice reveals. Anyway, it’s the fresh, post-storm newborn feeling I’m going for here, poetry a thunderclap surrogate of vision and memory…

The ancient eavesdropper

Raindrops
distend
from
scores of
swelling
celestial
abdomens.
Cumulus
umbilical clouds 
channel
oblong
beads
onto
umbrellas,
birthing
belly button
ripples in pools below,
circumscribing rings
around the root and marrow
of all living things.
Vital
plasma
infuses
invaluable
liquid life
into crashing
thickets,
where
wet
wind
washes
behind
waxy
dog-eared
dendrology.
Gravity
steals
treetop
serum
for earth’s
wellbeing
by breaking
surface
tension,
terraforming
a primordial
trail with
muddy limbs
stretching
footprints
under
multi-pedal
pressure.
Witness
wiggling worms
and wandering newts
as they inch out from nothing
but fern and petrified wood. 

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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