I’m Thinking Thoughts of Lightning

The smell of dirt and ozone
in the cool of the day
when the Spirit comes to me
on waves of polarized light,

I'm thinking thoughts of lightning,
and I’m waiting for the flash,

I’m waiting for the smell of rain

in this shadowed valley

where the ruins of immortality

make parables,

parables and riddles
as rain drops make expanding
concentric ripples.

(2012)