by Darlene Zagata
The sun was shining,
a large topaz draped in denim.
Then thunder cracked, a horrible sound
like the stars being flogged into submission.
In a blink the sky was ebony,
power temporarily out.
I heard a sound like someone
pounding fiercely on my keyboard.
I looked out to see jawbreakers from heaven,
icy and dirt covered, littering the roof.
My youngest son ran into the room asking
"Mom, is it the end of the world?" remembering
movies he had seen where huge hailstones
had fallen depicting a sign of the end.
"Of course not," I said, "It's just a thunderstorm."
As the power came back on and the sun returned
I found myself thinking about the end, the beginning
and those of us filling up the time in between.
©2000 by Darlene Zagata
Darlene Zagata is a freelance writer and poet. Her work has appeared in several publications, including Ascent,
Spirithunter, Some Words, Verse Libre, Reading Divas, Lingerings, Dayspring Contemporary Christian Poetry,
and forthcoming in All Things Girl and The Writer's Hood. She is the editor of the poetry ezine Thought Fragments.
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