Fear of the Flood

There is a rainstorm off in the distance,

lighting fire in wet air

and like a moth to a streetlamp,

I am driven to the light

down the road in front of me.

 

The thunder rolls

but the clouds cover up

the beat of the drums,

silencing the thoughts that say

this is only

a beautiful disaster

that tell me I'm distracted

by the quick pulse

of white veins in the night

that reel me in

with the wailing winds

hoping I'll find

solace in the storm.

 

And I wonder why

I'm afraid to hear

the lightning crack

afraid to hear it breaking

or to see

the flashes before me

as only inverted images

of cracks in the glass

so clear and so dark:

destined for damage.

 

I'm afraid to embrace

the rain as it falls down my face

and over my chest

afraid to let the water quench

the fire ablaze beneath my skin

afraid to accept

that sometimes

lightning only strikes once.

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

You have a wonderful way with imagery and your style is so similar to mine. Seems we both find solace in nature. I too wonder if lightning only strikes once. I will read more of your work when this awful storm passes . I see you are in Florida as well..hope the storm left you unscathed.

[lee von cleef]

Inverted images of cracks in the glass, oh ya I like a dark cracking storm too...