In the way the lightning spidered across the sky,
In the way the clouds were light from the inside.
I asked the sky what it meant,
What it wanted.

Leaning against the wall on the patio,
With deafening cicadas
Broom in hand
Watching

I saw a sign in the storm,
I couldn't quite make it out.
So I assigned it my own meaning,
And heard Kord.

He told me it was time for change.