Almost a Storm

(Water color by David Chorlton)

A hummingbird clings to the edge of a storm.
The mountains rumble and
clouds above them gather in a steamy bouquet.
Dust has swallowed sunlight
and the thermometer trembles before a fall.
A raindrop, having waited since March
for its moment, slaps
the backyard concrete hard. A startled
rabbit on the grass lifts his eyes
to the grey scent rolling
through and listens with the tips
to the hairs on his coat. But it’s another
false alarm: the sky
shades pink. And the rats come out
at sundown with their ampersand tails
and question mark noses, climbing last light
to be close to the stars.

David Chorlton has lived in Phoenix since 1978. He grew up in England with watching soccer as a major part of life although he has managed to move on to other interests since then, including reading and writing poetry. Read other articles by David.