We had a great view of the storm
that passed over Long Island Sound
traveling from west to east —
close enough so that we could sense its energy —
far enough away that we avoided its frenzy.
We watched the night sky
being continually shattered by lightening
that struck, zig zagging into the sea
and through the clouds.
This provided entertainment for an hour and more
one evening by the shore.
On my pillow that night
I saw that storm as metaphor
for how my life has been.
All the troublesome things
that have happened to the world
have happened at a distance.
have been little more