Sanctuary

I am so close to the window

that the rain sprays onto my face

and my hands clutching the grille are wet,

and the silhouettes in the twilight gloom

turn to trees in the lightning's brilliant glare,

for but a moment,

before 

they regain their imposing blackness,

otherworldly,

intimidating.

And the thunder is furious.

Its rage rolls through me.

And in the midst of all this

my troubled heart finds a sense of safety,

baffling me.

What mirage has it spotted

in its desire to escape

its thousand monsters

and ten thousand wounds?

And I only have to close my eyes

and the answer becomes clear to me

as I shed a tear to the rain

as I remember,

through the silhouettes all dark and wet

and the soft whisper of the rain

all around me,

a place I left so long ago,

a place I missed unknowing;

a mothers womb.