The afternoon weighs down heavily
breathing, the afternoon is like a giant
snorting, as rain drops prattle on window
panes, leavening thought, setting aside fears.
But the afternoon also brings this yearning
of past and rainbow coloured roads, hills
with blue green hues walk across dreams.
It may happen anytime now- the rains
or the earthquake. The afternoon falters
as thunder clouds rumble and sleep emerges in defiance.
The afternoon is changing course, meandering river.
The rains refuse to appear, only the wind sheathes
a cusp.
The afternoon is now asleep
cloyed with fears.
Lest it rain, lest the earthquake come.
