Red Morning

The view from my house: another Phoenix summer day begins.

The new day begins with the same
bleak forecast of record temperatures

and incessant he said she
said the rain said. Who to believe?
The clouds or the wind? Left
or right? The Buddhists or the Pentecostals?
The thunderclap that passed

through in the night was a headache
searching for a brow to occupy

and rain wandered lost
while lightning slept with one eye open.
Will Heaven’s floodgates open
on this day? Or will there be

a drum roll in the sky
when the birds
turn into sound with wings?

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.