Natural Performance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sky black close to the ground, darker blue just above it,
then a whiter blue a layer above and on top of it all are
white clouds.

Gathered close together, deep in concentration with one
another it seems, all of them awaiting the moment of joy
when they will be allowed to let open their bellies.

Emptying themselves of the rain they're all holding so
judiciously, their sole purpose above today, leaves shak-
ing their heads slightly.

Knowing that soon they will be shook from all directions
when the wind starts blowing with gale strength and they'll
thereafter be soaked thoroughly.

Clouds opening up, not seeming to mind a bit though, of the
coming storm, loving the sustenance that Mother Nature will
bestow on all of them.

While this mere poet watches this natural performance from
inside a Burger King, fast food restaurant, where I like to
go hide and write poetry without being bothered.