The Magic in Missing

Photo by Max Saeling on Unsplash

Dear Lightning,

Preoccupied by the possibility of your striking
the same place twice, no one stopped
to think if you should.

You shouldn’t.

Instead, send your unmistakable
single shaft, allow a gentle moment,
but glide aside one delicate inch
– then land your second blow.

This is my theory on the origin of her eyes
– two patches of earth formed by tendrils
of a scorched meadow, neatly confined
to the quiet space below her brow, where
I plant my lips without thunder – only light.

Truman Kelsey // @trumankelseypoet