Temporary Shelter

A circular rain swirls
the prairie, igniting
the grasses, warming
long-abandoned
houses, siloes, barns,
sheds, graineries
into internal renewal.
We dance
as long as the night lasts,
as long as the rain rotates,
preferably clockwise,
until the sun rises,
flattening the storm.

This poem is submitted to the One Shot Sunday poetry challenge sponsored by One Stop Poetry. To see more poems, please visit the site.

Photograph: Haunted Grainery by Sean McCormick. Used with permission for One Stop Poetry.