At the confluence of earth, ocean and sky

The ancient eavesdropper

During a rainstorm 
all is awash 
in one fluid motion.
Trees and seaweed,
sand and driftwood 
dance together with 
trembling grace,
each gesture derived 
from give and take.
Elements churn and collide
at the confluence of earth,
ocean and sky.
Salty swells tickle the air’s
underbelly and shaky twigs 
and leaves tumble toward 
beds of bleeding dirt,
gravity appeased.
Thunder reverberates in fast
successive beats as if testing 
for sound quality in the briny deep.
Diagonal sheets streak across
the horizon, dropping pea-sized 
hail on black asphalt, rust-colored
mud and foggy windshields
whose wipers squeak like
a mischief of timid mice.
After the rainstorm,
all is awash 
in unspeakable
emotion.

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