The First Heaven: Oklahoma Storm

The peace opens when the winds

Section drones down to a dull moan

The thunder clap applause rumbles off

Like a freight train

The eye, eyes up, run outside

When-the-alarms-go-off Oklahoma

Feel the West, the weight, the

Breeze of the Rockies, heat of the plains

Lift up your sails

We will build sailboats of popsicle prayer

Sticks with a cross on top

Hoping that You'll take us up

Walking around in this cielo

The first heaven

This wholly ground

Beneath our kicks

Caught up in the rapture, the great

In between

The virga score stretched across

Horizontal lines the tracks

The moan

The hop-a-train temptation let's see

Where we go

We're all the fall leaves

Newspapers flopping around the Metro

Faded headlines dimly calling for

Attentions affections

The silence

Are you not interested in me?

See you not my

Grand humanity?
Or am I past my date of issue?

I fear it

I may fall in love or judge

Or find empathy

I'm a head-on-the-shoulder but also
A shoulder-to-the-plow

Shoulder of the road passing by

No place to rest a( )head

Chasing

While the storm breathes passion

And barometric pressure

Did we forget it?

Numbing games, numbing jobs

Numbing drugs, numbing loves

Nothing as sweet as the rain on the skin

The dancing lights reflecting on

Slick streets and windshields

It makes my heart pirouette inside me.