Paintings by Drea

The Wildest Storm
by Mary Oliver

Yesterday the wildest storm
I ever witnessed flew past
west to east, a shaggy
howling sky-beast

flinging hail even as lightning
printed out its sizzling
unreadable language
followed by truly terrible laughter.

But, no. Maybe it wasn’t laughter
but a reminder we need—
seemingly something to do with power.

What could it be? What could it be?
What do you think it could be?