Thunder Colt

Thunder Colt

There is a space
Between the lightning
And the thunder you can slip into.

If you are young you live there.
If you are not then recall that place now.

Breath in through your nostrils like you mean to live forever.
Sage and petrichor turn to gold behind your eyes.
The electric storm of your heart still rages in the dark.

Now,
and now,
and, now.