by Shaun Lawton
As the tides from space
ineluctably draw in and out
of our atmosphere
We are licked and caressed
by languorous exhumations
from the void
If we could tune in on that distillation
of disconsolate wavelengths
Ushered into the breathtaking inhalation
of the yawning gulfs
Our focus would sharpen
into a lucid high contrast revelation
As the pores of our skin opened
and shut in eyeless observation
Sensing the crack and tolling
of thunder in a woeful intimate proximity
Realizing the sudden lightning flash
equated to the bright days of our life
Not seeing the fulmination
for the electromagnetic spectrum
In blind recognition of the moment
being the body of the beast
Its tensed musculature comprised
of the neural pathways in our brains
Ready to pounce in an instant
on the cusp of the riptides of eternity
Each sip of our morning coffee
a conflagration of silent turbulence
To mirror and be echoed by
the tempest from our coronal solar wind
For a few short moments
with eyes lowered shut
in ecstatic concession
We breathe in the turmoil
captured inside the center
of the eye of peace
