Storm, turbulent grey moving closer
lightning strikes, brilliant wires
light charges the air, having found
I may not have returned to search
leaving rain to squall across this valley
to obliterate I, to re-create, re-assert
free of accolades and applause
to imagine the dust of my shell
filling a jar, ashes in an urn, the was
of time sealed as an end, then spread
as thunder recedes, particles of a past
fuel, nutrients, to overcome at last.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
September 16, 2011
Over Costa Rica