I kissed her--the storm had made me daring.
Then the world broke in two
with a noise like splitting wood
or splitting air—which it was--
against my closed eyelids I could see
the forked, bright track of lightning.
It struck a rock so near
I could have run to it in a heartbeat.
She couldn't hear, but I
made her see, and we ran--
I never looked to see if she was behind me
I ran hard and fast while lightning struck on all sides,
through rain too thick for sight,