Tag: sounds

I feel the floor vibrate in time 

with the rolling thunder, 

like standing in the cab 

of an idling semi —

I don’t like it.  

I hop onto the bed with my Bernie.

He takes me in his arms, 

covers me in kisses — 

pauses to receive kisses to his nose.  

His breath smells like cat poop — 

his favorite snack.  

Lightning bathes the room in white — 

a flash photo of utter calm.  

There is talk of a severe thunderstorm — 

Alexa always knows these things.  

The bed vibrates —

lick, lick — smooch, smooch — snuggle, snuggle.  

It’s going to be a long night.  

I wrote this poem while it was storming one night, of course. I have sensory processing issues with sound, among others, but I’m not a fan of lightning, either. Mom always thought it was weird that I hate thunder because the lightning is the stuff that can be dangerous, but I don’t choose disliking loud (or repetitive) noises! Before Adam moved into the bedroom, I would get on the bed with Ollie and we would cuddle while it stormed.