the rain falls gentle now
though still the thunder threatens
and blackest night
is framed in light somehow

remembering a moment passed
when all the world was still
birds were gathered silent
on the line –

their quiet so consuming
there was something surely come
when first a breeze
ran coursing through
the pines –

as heads were turned
and hearts were stopped –
the sky
a swirling flame
my hair was blowing (arrows)
til I was almost blind

but in that space
of nothingness –
uncertainty of signs
a voice was heard so clear
and I was saved
another time –

for another day –
another moment’s grace
when the winds will come
to steal my breath
away