Some Lightning

from Nothing by Thanksgiving



Some lightning carved the horizon
Through me, while I stood watch
Of the sea and sky meeting,
Some lightning made me, cutting
Like other points and views,
From which one can observe
Nothing's the part of what you see that's in between,
Nothing's the part of what you see that's bending
Some lion's belt around lacing belly,
Some sweltering poised sea anemone
The shape of those rocks coming out of the ocean:
That is my shape
Until god thinks I must be thrust again into being
But you're only the shape of how you're raised
Out of the water or on the beach, torn away
Cut away to the future


from Nothing, released January 1, 2002


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