Whittled from the Inside

My universe is thunder & lightning
& rain & darkness. I have no torch,
no flashlight nor candle, but I can
see in the dark
& know that a system founded
upon such diversity will eventually
shift with calm possible afterwards.

I am aching.
My stomach is being whittled
from the inside.
It growls & groans.
I must accept such pain & lay
it down on a lovely altar
with cut flowers

& my poetry.

06.03.10

(© 2010 by j. m. Scoville)