Stopping on the side of a West Texas highway, my two brothers and I, and my brother's friend, Tiger, paused to admire the lightning storm in the disance. Late afternoon, 3PM, on our way to Vegas. I, the poet, got out of the car with my Kodak Instamatic 126, trying to capture the picture, the spider lightning, frozen in my eye.
Ignoring the cries of my companions, eager to get to Vegas, I, the poet, respond to a different call. I respond to the weather, to the God who placed us in this spot, at this time, to experience his wrath and kindness, his healing gifts. I respond to the spot, the present, the wrath and gifts.
My companions see only the road, the long journey, two days ahead. I, relish the rain.
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Thursday, October 25, 2012
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