“If you are caught in a flat, open spot and feel your
hair about to stand on end or your skin begin to tingle,
lightning may be about to strike you.”
p.21 of the US West Sioux City phone book
The dew point approaches
the heat of the day,
And the wet-blanket air
begins to unravel into
tufts of cloud.
Danger girds itself in terrible beauty
as anvil tops proclaim the strength
of the cumulonimbus
Outstretched hands of electricity
greet each other–
Fissures tearing across
the purple-red twilight.
They announce their presence
with mighty roars and deafening cracks
As they mark their territory with
singularly twisted fingers
Nature owns this land.
(C) 1997–2009 Michele Arduengo. All rights reserved.