lightning jar


All this is mine and I praise the sky
offering surcease
in the form of vapor and a darkening

of its measure, accrued
in the way of interest owed,

increasing like vermin, circling back
then beginning anew.

I count each drop delivered.

The window’s eye blinks
and a lone flash stitches the day.

Each rumble is a coffin’s lid slammed shut.
Wanting nothing, I demand more
and receive only what I want,
a reckoning of desire and
needs ignored.

I have buried your demands.
I have delivered each counted drop.

All this is mine.

* * *

“Inheritance” first appeared in The Closed Eye Open, a publication focusing on consciousness. Many thanks to editors Daniel A. Morgan, Maya Highland and Aaron Lelito for taking this piece.

2 thoughts on “Inheritance

  1. Does seem we’ve all inherited quite a storm here on planet Earth … weather storms adding exclamation points after political storms and destructive practices … Mother Earth striking back? You capture the current mess with “wanting nothing, I demand more / and receive only … reckoning of desire”. (My window on the world right now is full of hurricane and polarization re politics/health – heavy to pick up, but IS my inheritance, mine to accept – possibly influence.)

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