There’s Something Brewing

There’s something brewing

below the surface.

The clap of thunder

the flash of lightning

blinding most people,

so they can’t see,

the undercurrent pulling them

dragging them


There’s something taking root


The yellow coating of pollen

the wind whipping around

redirecting most people

so they can’t hear

the new life


There’s something breaking through

on the horizon,

just behind the clouds.

The hazy fog

of a new day

distracting most people

so they can’t feel

the hope of

morning light.