Poemdog

Dogs 2019

TEMPORARY SHELTER
(6/23/19)


I hear
the first peal
of thunder
as I am
dressing
for work

by the time
that I'm ready
to leave

downpour

I look
out the window
to assess
the surfeit
of water

I see
a young robin
beneath
an azalea

shaking
the water
from its feathers

wet

puffed up
in perturbation

for me
it's either wait

be late

or make
a mad dash
for the garage

with
a windbreaker
umbrella
I splash my way
toward the car

glad
at least
for the reduced
traffic
at this early
hour

grateful
for the dry
interior
of the vehicle

knowing
that one day
there will be
no refuge
from the
elements

the job

the home

the automobile

will be
gone

only
the body
will stand
between the soul
and infinity

then
like a bird
weary
of the weather

even
the spirit
will fly
away