Primal Fear
Saturday, August 11th, 2007 
I lay in my bed facing the window
The storm was not in the sky
or somewhere over there
It was right on top of me and all around
The roar of light and energy from the
lightning flashes shook my senses
and my body
I was protected from the waves of rain
sweeping across the land
outside my window
but not the force of the
bone rattling
vision blinding
heaven opening up
cataclysmic pulsing and crackling and booming
of the thunder and lightning
crashing around me
I could only pull the covers
up to my chin and wait it out,
Eyes big, until the gods
tired of their terrifying game and moved on
Living in the modern world doesn’t change
that primal fear and maybe that’s
why I find it reassuring
when nature has her way.
R Swan
5/3/07