The cloud fall after sundown

The cloud fall after sundown
Obliterates the world and leaves me intact,
Cushioned in airy blubber like Jonah inside the whale.
It’s darker now and the rain is merging with the cloud fall
And the forests.
Nearby trees are like tall dead men rising from the lower depths,
They are grasping, desperately reaching out into the cloud fall air.
Drops, large loud drops, hit the desiccated roots and plastic of the flower pots
Standing on wood and then on brick:
Standing on what is enough for a house, and a home’s mood:
Let the cloud fall eat everything up that could hurt me,
Let me be here in the fallen blubber, resting in gut soil;
Everything is merging.

Anatol Cordua © 2017