After the Storm
by Melody Wang
He turns his head, steady
hand shading his eyes from
something luminous in the
distance beckoning to him
Pausing, eyes cast
downward, he takes in
the world at this angle: crushed
daisies bend too-heavy florets,
unapologetically lackadaisical
A far-off knell resonates faintly. He,
transfixed by the ground’s uneven
puddle, gazes at the unknown being
staring back with searching eyes
turned nebulous with doubt. He is
struck by the quiet candor
he almost missed, by the faint
aura like effulgent clouds
dissipating after the storm
hand shading his eyes from
something luminous in the
distance beckoning to him
Pausing, eyes cast
downward, he takes in
the world at this angle: crushed
daisies bend too-heavy florets,
unapologetically lackadaisical
A far-off knell resonates faintly. He,
transfixed by the ground’s uneven
puddle, gazes at the unknown being
staring back with searching eyes
turned nebulous with doubt. He is
struck by the quiet candor
he almost missed, by the faint
aura like effulgent clouds
dissipating after the storm
Melody Wang currently resides in sunny Southern California with her dear husband and hopes to someday live in the Pacific Northwest (or somewhere with equally gloomy weather). She dabbles in piano composition and enjoys hiking, baking, and playing with her dogs.