Within The Stairwell
The faint echo of a drawn-out thunderclap
Murmurs just under the human psyche's
Addition to noise and chatter,
A steady reminder that all basics remain
Wholly unchanged in the face of time's relentless march.
And as if through a glass, I hear birdsong
High above my head in an obsidian sky
Snowflaked by the tense ribbons of lightning
Daring to cry out in defiance of every deity!
And…there is a patience on the breeze,
A soft sigh of tested love and unconditional surrender
To the whims of a race devoted to the
Fruits of youth and want.
That very presence reminds the loneliest of us that
So very little is needed…and yet…we want to need
So much more than we are given…
And above me, another brilliant thunderclap
Shimmers out through the delicate air,
Perhaps just the mere effect of
A child's impassioned plea…