Born Again

Alone, a boy stood

In the middle of a parking lot.

He was the only

Thing there, as darkness fell.

He was just as motionless as the

Decaying cars and buildings

Around him. Wind blew pieces

Of broken pebbles around him.

He jumped as thunder

And lightening rolled closer.

His brown eyes shone.

Wind whipped his thick curly hair.

A soul prepared for a journey.

Hot summer rain ripped through

The boy's loose, faded, blue jeans

And bare chest.

He tilted his head toward

vicious, black storm clouds.

His arms raised, he let

the rhythm of nature control him.