Fulgurite

An honorable thief,
Stealing life from odds against,
Fighting hard to have arrived, here,
At this point in time,
Somehow still cracking
Backward jokes
Daring someone to try again.

Will I know when the time is?
Will I sense it coming like a storm front
Approaching?
All majestic clouds
And thunder.
Lightening reaching for offerings in the earth
Discharging relief for the joy of
Rebalancing pressures.
The stretch of spark
Made glass the roots of a cloud.
The moment electric then gone
A flicker of light and flame and ozone
A blink and a sigh
Stillness risen
To wonder again.