unbelievable
how reliably
fissures of lightning
and great groans
of thunder
will give way,
inexorably, to the kindest
light of summer—
how that fresh,
honest radiance
will pour out all over,
touching and
untroubling every
corner of the world,
yet always seeking
nothing—
like a foolish promise
newly spoken,
not yet stale
refused, or broken;
or a sentence
begun in such
exuberant earnest
but still as-yet
unfinished,
and so still
so refreshingly
devoid of any
meaning, sense,
or substance.
