The sounds of footfalls
echo down empty streets.
Night is an amplifier;
it wakens the senses.
Draws out once imperceptible nuances,
like a spider
spinning its web,
‘round and round,
in time with the coming hurricane.
The sky reveals nothing.
It conceals every secret,
but revealed only briefly
by the bright blaze of a meteorite
is The Truth;
then a loud “BANG!”
and it all returns to darkness.
Nothing stirs,
even the wind holds its breath.
Nature knows what is coming
and the heat of the Summer
will be broken,
along with the trees
and the buildings
and the people.
The cadence of footfalls
picks up in tempo slightly
and even the spider believes
that the storm will arrive before dawn;
yet it does not stop spinning
‘round and ‘round,
in time
with the eye
of the hurricane.
HG – 2017
