4a.m. thunder:
rain, like time,
pounds:
today you spoke
in tongues
I replied
high laughter.
Ebb & flow
of us
like the sea
you shimmer.
This weather
becomes you.
I’m flighty
rain full
of fantasy
lightning strikes
I wait for the kill
long lived pockets
of habit.
Like you,
it illuminates,
before hurrying
away to storm
another’s bastion.
Victoria Mosley 