Twilight Storm

Octopus light
stretching tentacle
arms from margin
of night to margin
of fading sun that
clings with fingertips
scraping down the
mountain's silhouette
with small taps the
rain begins staining
pavement black in
spots before the
deluge washes the
ground with liquid
hands kneading it
in rivulets seeking
the lowest point, the
center, the crack in the
crust of the world
I dissolve as the
thunder growls from
the portrait sky framed
by naked trees blushing
with spring buds
I dissolve
liquefied by lightening
and returning to
earth