Storm/Moment

There was a thunderstorm last night.
It shook the house, a resonant cracking
so sharp and long I thought a tree had fallen.

Wild bright flashes lit my room
a long-held breath of silence brought the rain
I lay awake, exultant, breathless
sighing in the sound, thinking of you.

* * *

The color of a bluegill’s fins reflecting water,
the memory of her voice as we walked together;
Sun glittering streamside in little golden droplets
and the gentle warmth of a late afternoon.





These were not made at the same time and were not intended to be together, but they feel right together now.