The Convection Of God

Blackened clouds

Framed with an angry red outside

Push into the pale blue sky

Pale blue as an overdose

Still as a drug user’s body

That lies dying on a bathroom floor

The convection of God comes together

Like a rainstorm

And there’s nowhere to hide from its fury

Lightning will tear the sky in two

In front of you

Night falls and the blackness cries

Heat lightning dances without direction

Without prediction

Yet, always, with purpose

We may not see it at the time

But we eventually know the score

The convection of God

This poem is from my book : Petals Falling