..
God’s taking full
-flash photos again
and it all rips
open in a zigzag
stab of gold
cracking black
in half, all clacking
cymbals and flickered
blaze. Our gaze is broken
by thunder, struck
by time, backlit by
the something more
of changing sky.
..
In November, we poem.
God’s taking full
-flash photos again
and it all rips
open in a zigzag
stab of gold – awesome.
Ha.. I’ve never thought of lightning in this way before. Love it.