tonight

written during a storm.

it is tonight
and it is wet
and it is stormy.
the power is out,
so i read
bukowski
by candlelight.
i watch the lightning
between stanzas,
but it's there and gone
faster than
children.

it seems to me that
that lightning
avoids me.
i have never seen its
face
up close.
never shook its
hand.
heard it speak, though.

i think for a moment
that i might never
meet the lightning,
but then i realize
that lighting
always strikes close to
someone
somewhere.

i will be patient.

Author's Note

The power was out, so I wrote this one in the dark.

Reviews

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I love that you penned this during a storm. I can relate to the candlelight reading and the wonder of lightning. Magical piece.