Storm Chaser
Written for my husband, who always wants there to be stormy weather and believes Alexa when she tells him to expect it!
Storm Chaser
My husband is supine on our bed
head pillowed, body taut
with legs slightly apart
‘Are you OK?’ I ask him
I think he may have hurt his back
or have sore feet.
or have something on his mind that
requires a hard mattress, and soft pillow
to give space for contemplation or remorse.
He looks at me surprised, turns
and states, to the ceiling
‘I am storm chasing’
‘I am waiting for the storm’
yet again Alexa has deluded him
as she has been doing all week,
and with a younger mind than
his weather-beaten years, he lies expectant
trusting in technology to free his dreams.
About the Creator
Alyson Smith
Neurodivergent, working-class writer and artist diagnosed with Bipolar. Based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. MA in Creative Writing. Currently waitressing while finishing my novel.
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