Like a thunder-shower considered over.
Charging back from the horizon
To shatter our small complacencies
Into smaller bits about our feet,
So has Love,
Long since passed over.
Rolled thundering overhead again
To plague my mind’s peace
And shake my very soul.
And like a somnambulist
Who does something he could not possibly have foreseen,
Nor understand after,
I, enthralled, entranced, do re-embark
Upon a course
I seem but vaguely
To remember
Having travelled once before.
(Experiment with similes, sans
rhyme, rhythm, or maybe sense)
by Ray Romine Monday, November 15, 1943
