to their families
or occupations,
but it's precious
few, who, bereft
of all certitude,
will accept the fullest
implications
of leaving their home
in the middle
of a storm
and wandering into
a wide open field
in search of their salvation.
And it's there,
amid the white-
noise-hiss of rain
and the terrible maw
of a violent sky,
that these precious few
may find themselves
compelled to count the seconds
between the quick
and dead-silent forked
tongue of lightning
and thunder's
booming rejoinder—
as if
growing, by increments,
closer to an answer
by getting farther away
from their need
for explanations.
