The Storm Poem by Katrina Harms

The clarity of the world
In an instant-
Glaring purple white glow of lightning,
Its jagged ribbon cutting the infinity of darkness
like a pierced windowpane
And I question the permanence
of all that is and has been-
This unsheathed blade of luminance
forgotten by the eye moments after its birth.
It is your face against black obscurity
and my bare feet are flooded by the rain.
I do not know what mystery
compelled me towards the storm,
but it left me
drenched and alive.