there was great thunder
the night father came home
from the first day of treatment
/
there was clear lightning
the night Mother came
and i stroked her hair like she was mine
/
we, the current
or the luminous abyss
the storm, the stillness
/
the sky splits in two:
a teaching
on Love
/
Father said
“i figured it out.
i’m going to be ok,”
/