STORM

by Will Monigold

It will come
I can feel it
It’s standing right behind me
Your tears will be quiet
But I know they will make
The deepest pool
There is a tree
I can see from my window
I keep wondering if it will fall
When there is a good blow
It’s in line with my trailer
And just one of its branches
Would crush this thing
What is it about death
That freaks everyone out
I sit in my chair
And wait for the storm