The Wildest Storm
by Mary Oliver
Yesterday the wildest storm
I ever witnessed flew past
west to east, a shaggy
flinging hail even as lightning
printed out its sizzling
followed by truly terrible laughter.
But, no. Maybe it wasn’t laughter
but a reminder we need—
seemingly something to do with power.
What could it be? What could it be?
What do you think it could be?