Inspiration rolls across the gulf,
a million silent droplets,
like a sheet gathered over the waves,
its darkness closing in.
A giant jag of light cracks the sky,
whips the palms into ecstatic dancing.
The storm tosses a few droplets like petals,
then throws down handfuls, armfuls, skyfuls.
Along the shoreline I race to set out
coffee cups, sand pails, fish buckets,
anything to catch a lightning strike
or even a shimmer of this wild light.
[Refer: This poem refers to “They flew kites in the rain and dared lightning to strike” from “The Men Who Chase Storms” by Daniel Romo.]
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Nancy Priff’s writing has been published in Ruminate Magazine, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Kaleidowhirl, and The Writer’s Chronicle as well as in several anthologies. She has an MFA in creative writing and has received a Fellowship in Literature from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts.