"After the Storm”
by Chelsea Frisbee

After the storm
the clouds roll through
depositing the light
lightly
on every crevice of hill and valley
I drink it in, knowing it won’t last
taking snapshots
in my soul
is the best that I can do
as I trust
the sun to return again
tomorrow.
Like me,
the light changes
every second.

I unbutton my Carhartt
smoothly
like an executive unbuttoning his suit jacket before sitting down
as I settle in on a rain soaked rock
to watch
the green in the mid-April fields
rise and
brighten
below me.

Clouds float up and down
jellyfish of the sky
slow awakenings
bringing
the soft truth of evening
layers upon layers
they move
faster than my
twilighting thoughts.

My heart knows
that the freedom of the two eagles
backlit by the sun
slipping through the approaching clouds
is mine
too.