Does the sun, obscured by gray clouds,
feel like she’s brushing clammy cobwebs
from her perspiring face?
Do stars sputter when meteorites flash by,
hogging their solar spotlight?
As the moon waxes,
does she feel guilty about her expanding curves?
Does the sky feel belittled
when her brilliant blues blend with ocean hues,
blurring her celestial hemline
with saltwater slurps in a hazy horizon?
Are clouds frustrated
when winds blow them off course?
Do tides falter
when lunar rhythms lose their beat,
as if the maestro’s baton
has developed a score of its own?
Looking up, I wonder . . .
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today Bjorn asks us to write a poem that consists only of questions. And indeed, we are looking to the skies as Cape Cod is under a tropical storm watch tonight and tomorrow, expecting residuals of Hurricane Jose.