Ozone

The barometric pressure took a dive

and dragged the inside of my head along.

It’s hard to feel like you’re actually alive

when the rhythm of the house goes wrong.

Lightning found the transformer down the street

and turned the afternoon into a flash of blue.

The ceiling fan suffered a clicking defeat,

slowing down like it had nothing left to do.

I opened the window to catch the chill

and the smell of scorched dust on the screen.

It’s the kind of quiet that stays very still

until the rain comes to wash it all clean.