Waiting for a Storm

Waiting for the storm to arrive on this island vacation getaway

(the family sleeping in, maybe dreaming of the coming deluge)

  

Strange feelings are surfacing listening to 

Wish You Were Here

“two lost souls living in a fishbowl, year after year”

and thinking of Kevin,  

wondering where he is right now,

understanding place and time are problematic 

once someone has passed out of this waking life 

where it seems an inordinate amount of time 

is spent simply waiting for a storm, 

hunkered down in a bubble of fleeting calm 

before it hits and the skies cry.

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