Will it be a blinding flash of light and simultaneous thunder clap?
Or will a gentle rain pour until the flood reaches inside?
Maybe it is both
and neither at work through love.
Grief clones the same storm.
loss
Finding daylight
And then she reminded
herself, without morning
there would be no sun.
Fumbling for words that don’t exist in any human language.
It’s not possible
for earthly light to vanish.
Shine through all of us.
MKat Reclamations 