lightning flashes the rain swept darkness
crashes against our roof in Independence
and you out there electric too register
in the midst of every heightened sense

can you feel how it flows ground to sky
and back again the pause so momentary
it seems to be continuous as we ourselves vary
jostle and swap atoms among forms barely

visible but for the sustained intent flickering
in our eyes the lingering touch of rarified air

we breathe it in slowly together recognizing in this
shared moment the slow thundering roll of earthly bliss

©John Greenleaf-Maple 4/25/17