Shaking Hands with Thunder

I don't fear what lies on the horizon

In time I will come to comprehend

all the world's symmetry and inlaid patterns

that for now are clouded in a milky glass

I feel as though I'm stepping

over the lines one by one

and meeting the hand of thunder

(if we but had the courage of the

ant, the tiny social wonder)

I see fate smiling in his reclining chair

watching Sunday football games and

gulping down his beer

(let him jeer)

I think I'll stay with the ant

and join the thunder

shaking hands with the world

from under my oak tree

(the smell of rain appeals

especially to me)