Sonic
from Out With Lanterns
Lately, I have found myself standing still at the front window, shaken, like one might feel after a sonic boom. I’m there, on the crest of that burst of sound and energy and violence, watching it wave out past the horizon, my hair blowing straight out, horizontal around my still, shocked, steely face. Sometimes an image comes so vividly to me, it’s like a movie, and all I can do is write it down, try somehow to make sense of it later. A sonic boom happens when something moves faster than the speed of sound. I wonder if, at the end, when the memories all rush in before that one final breath, that’s what it sounds like.



The depth at which you write is astounding. Thank you.
I love this one. ❤️