TOUCHSTONE
ART LIT ABOUT SUSTAINABILITY STAFF

Breathe in moist anticipation.

Trees sweat agitation,

fear in the wind.

Skyward billows sag, heavy.

Nature, genuflect, beneath

the pressure of Heaven.

I stand at the mouth of affliction,

braced for impact.

 

Breathe in saturated assault.

The sun's fond reach,

cut off at the wrist.

Life clings to mock safety.

Torrents slap the earth.

The Firmament growls in frustration.

I scream for salvation,

voice lost in dissonance.

 

Breathe in crisp tranquility.

The world battered, relieved.

Thoughts and scents, fresh.

Light cradles creation,

debris discarded,

growth advocated.

I watch tribulation abate,

rejuvenation granted.

CAITLYN KONZE

SQUALL LINES

Poetry