During the night the storm erupted

and the thunderous applause of the rain

welcomed it and the dance

keeping us hostage

under the cabin roof

my subterranean sleep disrupted.

 

When the power went down

the night became a sightless eye

but the sound was of a sky in torment

and we were afloat, unblinking then

 

in the coracle of a disturbed dream

buffeted as in between banks in a river

of tall trees, whose shimmer was a dance

and I lit small candles and looked around

inside the bowl at once profound

 

as the cathedrals arose

and rang to some monstrous organ of light

while the storm erupted in the dead of night.