Battle In The Heavenly’sOver my head a battle raged
between currents of hot and cold air.
Television warned us to take cover,
I did for a moment or two,
but couldn’t resist,
wanting to catch a glimpse
of the rolling clouds overhead.
In Minnesota cold air often wins
the battle, but the threat loomed.
Thoughts of your battle passed
through my mind as I listened
to the rumble,
pondered revelations you shared.
Sometimes I wonder if I was
Aphrodite kissed the day I was born.
The storm rumbles in my spirit
upon discovering your feelings.
I’m left wondering which current won
the battle,
your heart or your mind.