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summer_jackel) wrote2013-08-01 08:51 pm
summer_jackel) wrote2013-08-01 08:51 pm
Entry tags:
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.
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.