Lightning inspiration

Bone white flash that turns gloom to short lived blaze of noon.
On its heels rolls the distant sound of your husband’s drums.
Cold is the wind that lifts and shifts and sends leaves and dust
scurrying like living things across my path and snaring in my hair.
Black rolling clouds unleash sudden rain
that whirling wind makes harsh and stinging.

Bone white flash of your sharp light - now
Chango’s drums roar in time with your dark dance.
I, drenched in your stinging blessing rain,
fear looking to the heavens and seeing your whirling black skirts.

Bone white flash illuminates your garden of tombs.
Oya I am yours.