what happened after the storm?

the living room windows are breathing in sunlight
and you will be coming,
like horses thundering down the valley,
with feathers of summer rain on your skin
you are shivering with life.
the trees on your street were steely and skeletal
their power dormant but doubtless
like you. come with me to river's edge;
see the perfect movement over rocks?
see the endless source?
feel the warm brown mud between your toes.
hear yourself: "this is, indeed, comfort."
it is the lock and the key
it is the threshold and the leap
it is time.