Storm

Kalin's smile,
like the ease
of this August afternoon,
is a grace
to favor God's
great gift.
It's the calm
before the storm
in this quiet corner
of the Quarter.
Kalin strolls across
the brick street as
though not a care
could cross her path.

The palm,
so still
beneath the
approaching clouds.

Mama walks in quicktime
to keep up with padre's gait.
Chapel work to be done,
you know.
Chapel work to be done.
Soon,
there will be
much to be done,
Soon,
there will be much
that will end.

But for this moment,
Kalin strolls across
the brick street as
though not a care
could cross her path,
with a smile,
like the ease
of this August afternoon