When I can see the lightning
but can’t hear the thunder
I know that the danger is visible
but not enough to rattle
my soul like a child’s toy
When I can feel heaven’s gong
dance beneath my feet after
the electricity spikes across
the star spilled night
I know
that I can now twist death’s
approach between my
fingers like a high school
student in chemistry class
And when the lightning and
thunder collide in the
nighttime glory of my body
I know that I should
no longer be writing this poem
