Rolling Thunder (In My Chest)

I hear the willows weeping in the corners of my mind, I feel the sand go slipping through the hourglass of time. I see the catfish whiskers, more like tentacles, thick and black, I sense the wasp nest growing as I wait for their attack. I watch the full moon rising as the sun sets in the west, I feel the thunder rolling like a pounding in my chest. I hear the barn owl's question, though the answer no one knows, as the spider weaves her magic in the poison mistletoe. ©Danielle White