10 Miles in No Time
Oct 5 2023
So I looked it up.
10 miles is all,
the distance between
lightning and me
when there is no sound.
I counted the seconds, waiting expectantly
but the thunder never came,
and the feeling of something incomplete
was overwhelming;
all that energy
building-up
and barely contained
coming this way.
A fitful wind swirled.
A chill descended.
And overhead, the sky darkened
the blackest blue.
A big anvil cloud
that seemed lit from within
was bearing down,
lightning flashing
across the sky.
And in the eerie quiet
I stood frozen
in the strobe-like bursts,
my skin a ghostly white
in the cold electric light.
You'd think sound would travel hundreds of miles,
that silence was safety
and I could watch detached;
a bystander
to a spectacular show,
protected by distance
and nature's indifference
to something so small.
Which is how we've grown accustomed
to navigating life,
watching on screens,
exempt from time,
and hiding behind
a gauze of anonymity.
Or like the witness
to a mass shooting
who looks on paralyzed,
something so unexpected
he fails to act.
The bystander
we're quick to judge
after the fact,
who could have intervened
but simply stood.
But now
I was small
exposed
and had no control;
10 miles
in no time at all
at the speed of light.
Like the muzzle flash
and impact
before you hear the gun,
the sight of blood
before you feel it,
lightning comes
out of a soundless sky
just like that.
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