Risen From The Sea

            The jellyfish are dancing on the world’s currents as storm clouds rise from the sea. Lightning could strike the cabins lining the shore or the trees on the hills beyond, and when the dark gray air becomes embroiled with the smog wafting out of our cities, the mixture in the sky forms spirals and shapes never seen on earth. Little boys run madly with sticks thrust upwards like spears. All sparks are invisible. For long moments even the grass forgets its desire to grow and wonders at the power of the air. A lonely radio sounds like incessant, curving waves.