I am waiting for a thunderstorm
fore-casted for twelve a.m.,
but now not until one.
It will last until sunrise,
only then amounting to drizzle
thin enough for the day's colour
to cast itself against our heads.
And what am I expecting?
To pray easier than I do in the daylight
where there's no resistance to casting lines
as if in a clear pool where you can
see your catch at all times?
Is there something in the dark and rain
the thunder crumble
lightning rent?
Is there something in the terror and attraction?
The magnet of losing my mustard seed
in the luster of a storm?
Aug 2, 2010
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