The Stillness

I am met with

Odd thoughts

Planes flickering like

Fireflies 

As they descend

They’re in storm 

Patterns now

Ominously cloudless

Evenings

Winds strong and 

Volatile

I imagine your house

Is empty

Though I have not

Gone up to check

You’ve rightfully taken 

Flight 

Before the thunderhead

In hopes that elsewhere

Things are calm

And a true calm at that

Not the stillness in

The coming

Or in the eye

Or in the leaving

When the ravaged earth is

Finally

Beaten to silence