The theme this week is thunder and lightening...
Cloud in waiting
From the periphery of such a creative cell
I wait, alone and swelling with moisture,
dark and heavy with longing,
while the flashing celebration over the plains
to the south, explode for someone else.
I count the seconds, time and distance
When will you come?
Needing your electric thrust
to blow me open from unfulfilled dreams,
Give me your exquisite heat, release my muse,
exploding outward my meaningless molecules
and creating the vacuum in which creation can arise.
Must arise. Coming together with thunderous clap
to fill that instant of perfect void
with every charged atom in perfect harmony
the heavenly exhale and inhale
that will rattle the windows
of mortals below.