Stormy

Shelter. Photo by Kyla

a storm
gathers itself
the sky frowns down
and we can't move
fast enough
or at all:
we think we're safe

every fold in those clouds
spells trouble
in a language
we never learned

the weather channel
makes it simple
minded, sheltered
we've got our supplies
or we don't
and afterward
there may be
life as usual,
or no pieces
to pick up

Photo by Kyla