Thunder  [Back]

My Father,
always afraid of
Thunder,
remains silent
even in
moments
of sunlight.

Eons of resolution
have not
crept or quivered
silently
upon
his
visions.

Now old,
he trods
an ancient hiss
and all around
silence grows beyond
his capacity
to understand or reason.

All things are consequence.

Copyright 1998 
       Lynell Living