Image by Illustrator John Howe
riding within the ‘so called’
safety of the car
grey clouds hanging in
thick air as though
calling
with the promise of
lightning strikes
sky electric
followed by the distant
rumbling of thunder
clapping
bird song has left the
air currents
relishing the safety of
leafy boughs or
twig filled nests
brings back to my mind
a girl standing in
awe in front of a
living room window
no fear
watching the light show
waiting for the far
away sound of someone
bowling?
could it be the friends of
Rip Van Winkle playing
nine-pins in the
Catskill Mountains…
maybe
her imagination carried
adrift with glory
lightning strikes on
a summer’s afternoon
a childhood story
© July 2012 Renee Espriu
We have been having some odd weather lately as has been most of the entire earth and thunder and lightning storms, some without rain, (prevalent and common where I grew up in California) now here in Washington. While out today the sky was brilliant and I thought of one of my favorite stories “Rip Van Winkle” written by author Washington Irving in 1819. As a child when I looked at the sky lit up by lightning my mind just knew it was the men Rip met in the Catskills playing nine-pins. I never feared but as a child that is so much a part of growing up.
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