A Storm at Sea on Whitman's 200th Birthday

Oak Island, NC 

May 31, 2019

At mid-afternoon it was visible off-shore to east and west.

Before sunset, the sheets fell sidewise in a stiff north wind,

as we gathered to witness from the top deck of the house.

As rain swelled, winds dropped to naught for the first time in days

only to return to gale when the rain came to a temporary halt.

The sun in the southwest hung a double-arcing bow—

bridging road and house and sea, diverting all eyes.

But it was after dark that the show began in earnest—
a pulsating sky alive with electricity.

For hours, the night beach was lit up by flashing clouds

and the forked tongues of sky-fire—allowing the beach, 

empty of its human play, to be realized as in daylight.  

I lay awake in the night and listened as the thunder hummed:

This is a world alive with the possibility of perfection.