Change

by Richard Dinges

Wind roars from a god’s
belly. Tree limbs snap
in a struggle
to stand upright
and grab a piece
of sky. Roots hold
tight to their view
of a world ripped
into dust billows.
Too dry, too shallow
roots cannot outlast
this change from silent
showers between blue
skies and that wonderful
glimpse of sun’s once
truthful gaze.