This is a still moment of creation

Like they always are.

You cannot tell me it wasn’t raining

Out, a warm fire in an ancient cave,

When someone more like me than I imagine

Painted the hunt (which now was also still).

It’s raining now,

Has been all day like dusk,

And my Chicago apartment, my LEDs

Keep me somewhat apart.

I am as safe as the deer whose

Painted arrow will never reach him,

But I don’t believe it.

I am waiting for the world to do what it will

And it is not this storm that scares me

As I can watch it pass me now

On a meteorological map-

It is election day and I am like

A young recruit waiting for his boots

To hit the ground, or not.

Waiting, then, for my draft number to be called.

This is not the story that I know,

Of before, of waiting,

And this election is not like the rain

Or is.

And no one’s maps

Can say what I do next

-Felix Deiss