Since yesterday
tea leaves tremble
in the clouds, clues
we don’t notice
dance closer to the
surface, blind to the
symptoms of a cyclone
A glance into a glare
into a gale – the state of
our skies suddenly
turbulent
Twigs from the grass
turn into timbers
The situational storm
changes our minds -
From fire
a calm and coming
final frost
You pull a compass
from your pocket
as we drift away
in different directions
Deborah Purdy lives in the
Philadelphia area where she writes poetry and creates fiber art. She is
originally from Virginia and holds B.A. and M.A. degrees in psychology from Hollins
University, and an M.S. degree in
library science from Clarion University. She has been a research scientist and
a librarian.
