Viewing The World After A Calamity Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you step out the door
the rain stops

you walk avoiding the patches
of water

the trees are still in their
solitude

the wings are cautious
even in the making of its whispers

the skies are clear, white
stainless

the sun shines moderately
upon the cold pavement

you climb a mountain and sits
on a rock

from the top you see
how beautiful is this world still

after a storm after a 6.9 quake
if it ends as they predict

surely you will always miss it.