It's Still Life

While Lightning Took Apart the Sky

While lightning took apart the sky,
and rain fell in muddy lustre—
morning arrived. Pockets of light
and clouds splitting their seams open,

and even crows paused their voices,
stuffed with static
and an aftertaste of storm.

I set the table—knives and forks,
and plates with edges to the horizon—
and tea and toast with jam
made from last summer’s riot.

And the honey—oh the honey—
just sunlight that forgot to let go.

This day is a house on fire*—
a morning with new beginnings,
and we are the only ones
not running for water.

The meaning of * ‘house on fire‘. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.