Nature's Laws are Constant

and this has always been always.

When I was a child,
I was afraid of thunderstorms
at night
and I would look to the
purple horizon
as it quivered with lightning
and think it
was a hand reaching
for me
out of the soft
veiny folds of the night sky.

I was aware of my wet brain
and spindly limbs
close to the ground.

Now, I want
to stand exposed to the storm –
the clash of thunder
the thrill of being so small,
just a wet brain in an empty field.
Now, I want
to feel those arms around me
and forgive them
for what they have done.
For lighting that first fire
in all of us.