Smoky thunderhead’s anvil
risen to broker lightning.
I sit rapt, night blind, waiting
for forked crescendo
to illuminate delicate
edges of clouds.
All around horizon
rumble presages
communication
of sky with sky,
earth, eau d’ ozone,
each one enough
to power the grid
but we can’t capture
this mad parade of power.
Stay away from the windows
my mother said.
I can’t.
Celia Turner is a Loveland published poet in Northern Colorado Writers and Columbine Poets annual anthologies,Poetry Potion and winner of the 2020 Denver Women’s Press Club Unknown Writer’s Contest. She regularly studies poetry, takes workshops and classes. The Grind online practice of a daily poem submitted to a random participating group each month has been a boon. Poetry for her is an ongoing intimate conversation she continues to have with those unmet but not unknown.