What takes place
In the time that passes
Between not hearing and
Then hearing thunder?
Where was your mind
When those deep
Forerunners began to
Crash through, more
Surge than sound?
If you could stop
Letting yourself
Run so far ahead, then
Maybe these livewire
Nights would fade
Maybe instead sleep
Would come in
First like virga
Ten thousand feet
Above saguaro
Sheets of rain suspended
Over the desert
All those thirsty
Buds patiently waiting
With so much more
At stake than you have.
Then to finally open
Rain connecting at last
Touching the ground
As the peals roll through.