Nor’easter
by Christine Adams Beckett
An innocent, gob smacked
In the middle of the
Cone of uncertainty,
Beyond the ignorant base where
The line of sight disappeared
To a vanishing point, the
Imperceptibly omniscient terminus,
Where the storm, played out,
Revealed its aftermath: a force,
An indelible impression on
The landscape, by which only
The eye, centered in learned clarity
Perceived without foresight
Its context, its significance.
Another wonderful one. Love gob smacked.
Thanks Mike…
Brilliant!