"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

12 August 2020

Shudder.


Thunder before dawn,
thunder through dawn, 
thunder beings they were called.
It had to be a person or animal up there.
Outside, walking to my work shed 
the clouds were low, almost black, and turbulent. 
You could nearly jump up and touch them. 
I love thunder. I could listen to it all day long. 
Like birdsong it’s the music of the gods. 
How in childhood I adored these cloud voices 
that could lift me up above my troubles, 
far above the birds. I’d look down 
at their flying backs, always in circles  
because earth is round. What a gift
to have my work shed shudder with thunder.

Jim Harrison

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