A Different Oracle?

The storm
is an angry moon band,
the drumming rattles walls
and windows crack in a hurry

to reach the giant bend
of time, the middle
where weights and scales

the glorious and bitter–
it’s a dance we learn
to fall, to rise again, to dream.

This is an experiment. Jane and I (and whoever else) are going to see how similar our poems turn out, using the words she generated and posted here. Also, we may get thunderstorms later.😏