J’Arrive

The sky is gunmetal.
The air says a storm
passed through.
The grass is stunned,
the trees can’t talk yet—
still processing.
I just got here, but it seems like
this road still goes somewhere.
Look for shelter; the time for
wandering is over.

Published in Open Minds Quarterly, May, 2015
Winner of the 2015 Brainstorm Poetry Contest

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