storm

how words assemble at 2:30 AM

gravity pulls, lulls

my barren mind -

a desert of words

speck by speck, each

grain of sand - each phrase

assembles, entropy in reverse

rewind, pause, rewind, rewind

like static on channel nine

the winds of thought blow whichever way

suddenly -

Exclamation point!

A storm of mumble jumble

Pours out of my

fingers, like lightning!

Soon, not nearly soon enough

The sun returns, my mind comes back

Arching sanity, spray colors on

Black and white photography

I see the whole spectrum.