Time unpicks stitch by stitch Life’s rich embroidery
a constellation comes to comfort m
it hovers awkwardly above my pain
unable to comprehend its tiny immensity
I have become the rabbit staring at me from a trap
watching the world erase itself second by second
two crows perch upon your tombstone
gossiping about how the world comes and goes
I throw angry words at them and they caw off intoan empty sky
a marble angel & I standing sentinel
the marble angel trying not to cry
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That last long long telephone conversation...three hours then my phone ran out and he called me back for another three hours. One of the topics was...what lightning is, and what it can do and the superstitions that grow up about it.
People covered all the mirrors in their house when a person died or because they can “catch and reflect” lightning. "Mirrors leak lightning." it was believed. It was thought that lightning can behave like light and be reflected. Lightning of course is not light, but a raw, electrical charge.
The phrase "leak lightning" really struck me and I hadn't heard it before.
As a electrician he was able to tell me in detail what lightning was and does! All the technical stuff I can no longer remember but everything said in that last telephone conversation has now taken on life of its own..