Mire

Aluminum baseball bats
and chain link backstops
lurk there in the storm
while the field becomes
a mire in the clouded rain.

Insects thrive in the humid
tall grass too wet to trim back down
to barefoot depth.
Crickets and cicadas
overwhelm the soundscape.

A couple wait under the brick
outcrop near the entrance
to the firehouse
all caught up in this
just barely as it started.

A kid wearing a trash bag
on his shoulders
hikes past the tree line
in search of mushrooms
and the possibility
of Bigfoot.

An old man stands
knee deep in dark water
at the center of his basement
now a believer that the time
has finally come.