Many years ago a friend and I:
started to rain
under a nearby grove of quaking aspen;
the rain decided to call it a day
and opened the lightning with stripped leaves
bark off the trees, leaving a few limbs smouldering…
And silence—
across our Idaho valley—
I love it.
The raw power:
Voltage! Percussion! Shock and awe!
The earth and everything in it trembles and shakes
with stupendous irresistible power
blessed with peace
to do nothing at all
with you.
