Tonight, I watched the thunder rumble. I felt the crash of lightning and saw the world illuminated in a flash of darkness. I waited for God in a breath of silence, and cried out- Sh’ma Yisrael! Adonai eloheinu! Adonai echad!
I did not wait for an answer.
I’m slipping under day-cold blankets and dreaming of a cackling fire in a home too far away. Cackling. Crackling. I don’t know how to roll my Rs.
Daddy’s fixing fixtures, or at least he’s trying to. I watch him reaching towards the ceiling. I wish I knew what he was looking for.
You’re not supposed to feel the world spinning. You’re not supposed to gasp for stronghold, grasp for deeper breath. The screaming should have stopped this morning. The echoes of frustration should not fall with sharded glass upon my floor.
Tomorrow, I’m sleeping in. If I wake beyond the crack of dawn, I won’t have to watch her shatter.
