[ by Charles Cameron — thunder, lightning, wind, water, moon, thanks and praise ]
Like a thunderbolt out of juicy nothingness
strikes, as if
from the face before time itself, lightning:
is there any measuring the impact a breeze
might ripple out across waters, each drop
its reflected ocean.
Live, then, your
lively life, be struck, dumb, gifted, wildly
giving – what else? – thanks
and praise. Not as flattering tongues praise,
but as one moon
surrenders herself, gone, crescent, whole
and shattered, across each and all
turbulent and calm waters.