It's Still Life

An Everywhere Poem: Rain-Streaked

downcast.
sodden
as a pouting toddler.

I shake the rain
from the peonies —

icy pink
and dejected.

he texts:
did you hear that?

yes,
I reply,

it’s thunder.

I grab my phone,

snap a photo
of thunder.

switch to video

and wait
for the next flash
of lightning.

we’ve lost power.

same as it will be
same as everywhere

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Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up.

Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.