Some storms are quiet, an engine starting up.
Others smell of gasoline, rising through the rain,
or have the shape of a truck bed, or shudder like
the wheel against my wrists. You would be unhappy
with me. At night the tinder snaps, whittling the straw
with the sound of your voice. We veer towards
a colder season, as at the straightaway, the soft tarn
vanishes back behind a row of jack pines.
Catherine Pond is a poet from Alpharetta, Georgia. She is Assistant Editor of Salmagundi Magazine and Co-Founder of the East River Reading Series. Currently, she lives and works in Brooklyn, NY.