Cat's Cradle Revisited

A Theory Of Everything

a bruise blue thunderhead
slow but sure
across a submissive sky

a rumble,

deep

low

rolls and rolls and rolls
on and on
upon a gusting wind

the grass lies down (a little lamb)
the willow shivers and shakes (a cowardly lion)
the lake slithers away from itself (a water moccasin)

inside, sheltered from the storm,
a theory of everything becoming clear,
despite the chaos strung along the horizon

the cat cradled at my feet, asleep:
omniscient