December 9*

A dramatic sky with storm clouds rolling over Lummi Island in the San Juan Islands in Northwest Washington near Bellingham

a mass approaches

slow, patient, immanent
a hushed power of something
trickles the sea surface

the rooted things, the trees, the rocks
look back at us,
making sure we are aware, attending

it is not a color, but a certain shading
it is not a sound, but a grounding tone
not a smell, but a dusky slowly-seething ether

not warm, not cold, but the temperature
of breath      not ours
vast, sure, ponderous

and it moves through us

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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Photo copyright Timothy Edward Chandonnet

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