Lightning struck where I once had tread.
But the halcyon days I had have all but gone, and my youth with it.
And a black hole in the ground gapes where I gallantly once stood on green sod with defiance.
With pensive ambivalence I have looked down at it now for years.
I wish for that bolt again.
For it not for that blast of fire I’m certain my joys of today would be lost.
The dust in my mouth doesn’t bother me.
No, I want more of it
While I’m down in this hole,
Filling it back up with my bare hands.
