Thunder Sounds Morning Sky Alive

Thunder sounds morning sky alive.
Lightning flashes – and for a moment –
the dark is parted and a line
between Then and Now is clarified.

I am reminded of what I am not.

There is no feeling of loss or hope –
no call for my response.

I only watch the morning sky divide.

Rain soon follows to wash away
all noise, except its own sensation.

I am passive as stone.
Sound bounces off me – bounces
between the felt and the imagined –
the way light has come and gone.

Amethyst Review. July 2, 2024