heat lightening lit up the sky -
in ethereal bursts of blinking, far off, mountain scapes -
there - and then . . .
wondrous and profoundly moving,
though, I couldn’t put into words
the reason why:
it conferred a lovely peace,
and I slept like a child - in the soothing astral hush.
I was filled with a lightness of heart -
and, having assured myself,
that the ranges were still solidly plunked
where I had last seen them plunked
in the phantasmagoric night
I set off, at once,
in search of earth and trees and sky
to wander for a bit
in the cheery green and sunshine
of a good morning
where all troubles have been transcended –
and are . . . nothing.
photo: Deer Lake Park Pond – W. Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke