A FLASH of light through the window; I check to see if it’s lightening. And I remember how, in years past, we would have to SPEND time being steady and calm – STOIC, even – in order to be a calm presence for our dog, Sandy who was terrified of any loud STORM. Poor girl, she really hated the thunder! I miss her sometimes, she was a sweet girl.

Georg’ann

Tiny specks of mud on the floor
became BOUND up with fear.

Collapse at the futility of trying.
Became ragdoll once again.

To the other we each became
message bearers, bringing

our mothers into the kitchen.
Arduous to remain WHOLE.

Became pixilated while waiting
for a STORM to clear the air.

Sun streamed in the Kitchen
window. Became rainbows.

Heather