A spiral on the radar sliding county lines small towns blinking one porch at a time headlights cutting sideways through the moving gray every road listening to what the sky became Under the same storm lines on the map mean nothing now county to county the whole sky leaning down every porch light burning in a thousand different towns one moving shadow passing over all of us now kitchen lights steady across the narrow blocks porch steps creaking between the heavy knocks voices down the sidewalk carried through the gust every house holding while the pressure builds on us somewhere a screen door slams somewhere a child counts loud seconds between the rumble rolling across the clouds somewhere a hand reaches across a darkened room holding a little tighter while the sky shifts its mood Under the same storm lines on the map mean nothing now county to county the whole sky leaning down every porch light burning in a thousand different towns one moving shadow and nobody’s alone in it now
