no surrender

the threat

of clouds is far off.

the spear

of lightning, the cannon

of thunder,

but

so is tragedy and death.

there

is little one

can do about

such thoughts,

do you close the windows

bring

in the dog,

hunker down

and wait it out.

or embrace the wind

and rain

when it arrives.

Un surrendered

once again

as you rock upon the porch.