the morning after that night before

the night before,

heat lightening lit up the sky -

beautiful -

 

in ethereal bursts of blinking, far off, mountain scapes -  

there - and then . . . 

not there.

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.

when I awoke: 
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