Open for Business

It's official -
all over the radio in
squelches and fits -
Nature's open for business.

While humans feel the
need to mount & charge
Nature just produces:
who knows how dragons
summon wind from heaven?
In the interim, watch, awe-
struck as windows buckle,
branches snap,
powerlines zap,
and old ladies nap,
privy to the store,
remembering what they've
seen since time before.

The wind howls admist houses,
the buildings funnel it into
even greater fury while
gravity pulls at sideways rain,
perhaps incredulous,
and the water runs
in torrents to the sea.

Maybe it's a message:
the unrooted are swept away.

The earth remains,
sublime & unsubtle,
wiped-clean and scented,
like an unmarked babe
smiling to the sun shine
that replaces a grey veil.

And grass glows neon,
rising to the sun shine,
knowing why.