Poetry Porch: Poetry


Like Zeus
By Rebecca Kaiser Gibson

Bow-legged in blue work shorts,

between waist-high stumps, massive chest


with garden soil and sweat,

                      the world

his broad back

                      the sun set over.

Called for bath and bed,

She’d waited,

hoping he might see and wave.

                     Her sister stopped

                      because she did.

The sky swirled dark. His hair

whipped black. A sudden coursing

rain silver-blurred all

but his unwaved arm


               as if to greet

               the lightning.

Copyright © 2020 by Rebecca Kaiser Gibson.