We are gods
with our hands in the rain
making slim sounds down
terra cotta shingles; reminding
the desert it was once the sea
Come away from the window–the rain
will be there when we return
we can watch it write histories,
cast destinies when we return
From lightening–gods say lightening brings life–spark
jolt magnetic electrical pulses:
We are pulsing plume blooming all on our own,
not hindered by:
Mere mortality–I say we are gods,
this act of lightening, this act of life.
It is god-work bringing the Saharan
to flower again.
This love: immortality carved into tablets… a fish tailed siren seducing odysseus…
Lightening: a cackle from the lips of a past life…
We are the gods, darling, we are the gods.