moment

December: the day was gray
(be patient: I have to set this up first)
the sky hung overhead
like the wet belly
of an old gray horse
viewed from the mud
when you’ve just been bucked off.
That takes into account
the vagueness and the feeling
that something else is coming
like a kick to the head.
So I’m standing by the window
kind of soggy from walking
all that way in the rain.
Suddenly is such a cliché
that I’ll say I discovered abruptly
that there were trees in the scene
when they all turned bright yellow
as if the old wet horse skittered away.
But the animal returned.