Midnight woken, wide awake, no idea why. Up I get,
photograph the gibbous moon staring through trees.
An hour later a distant rumbling, the thunder closes,
lightning slashes, wind gatecrashes, rain plunges.
The forest tangles, its canopy jiving, the wind screams
as if being strangled, then a hail of bullets of hail.
Compare this violence with human brutality. As this storm
rages, war is turning some cities back to stone.
Click – the oven and microwave darken and die.
The racket has woken Wyn, through leaf-plastered fire-
proof glass we are spellbound by the gesamtkunstwerk,
shredding an unearthly night, flinch as Thor bellows,
rocking our home built on poles and softening our viscera.
It’s as if the world has overturned, unveiling the underworld –
Her hand is so warm.
The power returns and rings the doorbell.
Our leaking star shows, paints sky blue. We find a hole
punched through the forest wall, check the creek, can’t
see the Treecreepers, clear what debris we can.
I contact our ranger – trees are crossing the track.
~
The future is heating up. Warmer oceans feed more energy
for storms and a warmer atmosphere trucks more moisture,
causing heavier rains, stronger winds, wilder storms, sea level
rises, water scarcity, wildfires, habitat and biodiversity loss.
