a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Glorious Terror

A rumble, then crack
A tree explodes, smoking in the rain
Heard for miles
Scarcely felt, it's too far
Someone else's fear, perhaps
Until the rumble crowds around
Clouds overhead
Rattled bones
Absolute power meets absolute powerlessness
Hit the earth, hands on head
Look up

Words, Unfolding

She Waits, Alone