• Watching the thunder dance across the sky
    the rain hits my face like tears
    tears of joy
    my hands linger in the cool earth
    and the drum of the thunder rolls
    I am captured.
    captured by the storm.

    hands in my pockets
    I watch
    watch the wind whip the fire-tree
    smell the soil, wet from the storm
    feel the sun on my face
    just barely.
    I am captured.
    captured by the autumn day

    While all good things must end
    these I carry wherever I go.