There is what was a man
who walks October storms in darkness.
On sleepless nights I see him striding
all wrapped up in sheets of lightning
or flushed with the sodden rain of fall.
The gentle nights are spent without him
who rouses for the howl of wind
that consummates his passage.
I think to join him in his trek
but fear that he will tell me
of why he travels in this violence
or worse, for whom he seeks.
Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had over three hundred stories and poems published so far, and six books. Ed works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of nine review editors.