Lightning Storm

 

Lying in bed, watching

A lightning storm

Crash among cloud.

 

Electric night

Flashed filaments,

Fusing solid air.

 

The flicker-crackle,

Of black static:

Kinetic noise

 

Echoing riverwards.

Hesitant rain

Rushing for the sea.

 

A moth bothering

The bedside light

As I lie prone,

 

Stone-like, naked,

Admiring nature's

Alchemical ire,

 

Supper thundering

In my stomach's

Echo-chamber..