That moment

When the thunder ceases

A split second of after thought

We realize we are alone

The distractions

The conventions

The humanity

All of the realistic happenings have now

Ended

And we’re alone

Again

Thinking about how we might

What could possess

Which option wills our mind

How far can we go again

Until the noise begins again

A low deep resounding

Thunder

Far off in the distant horizon

We always

Know it is there

Coming again

To remind ourselves that just when

We began to believe

We could surpass

The moment

The skies will light up

A reactive avalanche of His grace

We settle in for the night

Wishing the skies might change color

Or the eastern sunlight

Suddenly become the moon

And water … well

Always leaves me curious again