Lightning Storm

Midnight lights the expanse
          of horizon
slowly the grumble grows           I
was dreaming of four separate
men each I love
          with different breath and
                    reason
          they are          haphazard
Bright spark beyond clouds
          silhouettes the gray or
streaks of long electricity punch
          the earth
My men are boys
weak and strong
They occupy too much of my mind
and alone time
I tire of waiting          a
crowd at the Impressionist
          exhibit 
                    spontaneous strokes 
                    simple life
a flash of moment
makes love          bolt
Never strikes the same note twice
my men are passing fancies
          go          go          storm           I
want to sleep          the
cat in window trains his
          eyes
          on the storm          say
the strike is beautiful
          from a distance          but
the noise keeps us awake
I expect I will have
          none of them
                    in the end
pass time
          I suspect beautiful mess
it never stops here    everything always
goes and goes                    father-in-law
          said          looking out towards
          the sound          goes and goes
Ah, the rain, it is here.
 

noon

Look at this use of flesh
don't separate yourself
          from spiritual unburden
He says
          How do you use others
escape               from
take in                    as if we could
          create motherhood
          out of nothing

Hot day after storm
          leaves me
                              empty
I have some errands to run
I will be home late.