When the storm comes in
a bird sits on a limb in the
suddenly solidly still

humid air. I watch
weather radar, listening
to a child scream nearby–
is it joy or fear?

I raise a glass of ale
brought to me
all the way from London.

I read the storm
warnings with interest,
large hail; damaging winds . . .

Is this another storm
that I will weather?
Sometimes yes;
sometimes no;
prognosis: probable.

I raise a glass of ale
all the way from London.

It’s always storming somewhere.
There’s always a glass
of ale somewhere.

And the screaming.
And the screaming.

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About David Breeden

The Rev. Dr. David Breeden is Senior Minister at First Unitarian Society in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He became a minister after a career as a university professor, teaching creative writing and literature. He has written several books on theological topics and translates the writings of philosophers of classical antiquity. More information is available at