There

When the rains fell even the broken clouds looked too blue—
the far starlight and the planets moving
like small bulbs in an empty room.

There was a sound—
the soft maw opened and it all rushed out. Later, 
when the lights faded and the flashes dimmed,
the wind turned ceaselessly through the trees.

There was a cavern—
a place of soft mud and sand and 
the toilsome silence of no sound. 

There was a light—
a gentle play on shadows, a glimmer, a hope.

Then there was tomorrow.

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This poem was originally published as Jack Beltane and appeared in the book Nightshade & Daylight, which is available for $6 ($2 Kindle).

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