Rituals and Riddles

we’ve
got a sort of theater going
God and I

                      [The clouds pool eerie
                              yellow-green___]

It starts to storm and
like a fool I egg it on
        eggja
                     [I can imagine the smile you
                           wear when you know
                         you’ve already won]
lightning flickers, I’m beckoning____
ensuing chaos

& it Is largely chaos
spiraling from control
like a grown man persuaded
to unload his whole
[Round]
                 
                        My hair stands
                                  
                             on end just

                     waiting for the moment

when the power goes out
I’m still catching my breath
waiting for the cricket’s song
                 or
        the applause
            

–LM