Like Children Under a Chair

Storms streak, crying out against
spring. A white haze settles across

the sky descending like icy
accusations judging the earth.

Something is going wrong;
something is amiss.

Leaves shrink, buds feel creation’s anger.
Misdirected aggression?

Nature turns on itself in a gasp of

We watch helplessly

like children watching mom and
dad argue and feeling

the foundation shake and break.

The electricity goes out.

So vulnerable, so powerless,
so scared

like children cowering under a chair.

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