it was the strangest moment
having worked and worked
on papers and programs
and all the administrative things
that a good cog does

at a desk
near a window
like every day before

when a deeper draining feeling
settled as a warm and heavy blanket
upon my naked self
as if i had been weeping
forever and ever and ever
but had stopped
while a friendly exhaustion
took hold to say –
that the great
the endless storm
had suddenly passed on
without notice
leaving an echo of thunder
and a promise of light
in its wake