Thunder Moon

Passing through the veil of rain at
mountain’s peak I see the west breaks off

The sun lets the day go quietly there farther
and the break remains as my car crouches

against the hour changing its eyes
the long slow throat of thunder growls

all evening through the hollows and the gutters
on the roof all July is like this and the break stays

with me this open space to the west what
time is it there what are they seeing there

when the moon waxing now low in the clouds
appears like an eye behind a veil is it the same moon

on the other side will they know as the veil
of rain is lifted from their faces I will not let

the groom doze off on them or see
what I see in the break I saw on the mountain