Waiting for Thunder
© by David Priol
I wandered beyond a fall
from grace, which promised much,
yet had merely stolen my heart
from the momentary love of a woman,
who had braced me with love
without seeking reward.
Yet I fell beyond her cause,
and was lost, not because of the lack,
but rather the fullness of her giving,
and the sheer paucity of her taking.
I regathered gravity without flinching,
realising that my illness was no worse
than the cure of her company,
for in the giving, had been her taking;
of everything, but my ability
to discover the shrillness of
her charity.
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