The ancients
knew
Thunder has
its own will,
not an
aside, mere detail of the heavens.
The wind
rents the sky
drawing the
eye
to
cathedrals above,
vaulted
chambers of light shifting and alive.
Naves sculpted
of clouds,
arches allow
colored rivers
of light,
the sky more
beautiful than any stone church.
Give Thunder
its due.
The ancients
knew…
Leave
sanctuary walls,
breathe the
glory of the sky, touch the heavens.
copyright Maria Amodei 2013
