Heart of the Storm

On the cusp of the horizon,

scattered

storm clouds collect

moisture

in a rose like pattern,

as a shutter of light flashes-

followed shortly by the

sound:

of a thousand train wrecks.

A chill runs up the spine

of a quiet village

and then,

there is silence...

Rows of houses line

the innocent

streets, as a

steady rainfall

spills from the mouth

of the heavens.

The towns’ folk know

what happens

when you count

the seconds

between

the flash

and the

bang.

The wristwatch of the Gods

that churn over the laws

of matter,

are unaffected

by the children

keeping count,

in the windows...