Once upon a time there was a hiker
who camped on the highest peak
during a lightning storm. He looked out
over the valley and met the glowing clouds face-to-face.
Each spark burned and sighed in the night
and bright lines filled his eyes.
Eventually the worst of the storm
stood right above the hiker.
A thin arm reached down and touched
his head, but did not flash and fade.
The two held one another for a very long time
as rain soaked the grass of the mountain beneath them.