Simultaneity

Sometimes I am surprised at what I stay awake to hear.  I didn*t realize last night that I was waiting to really go to sleep until the lightning and thunder happened together.

All night they come and go,

The lightning flashes.

I count all night

To at least ten

Maybe eleven,

Before the distant crumble,

Occasional patter

Of spring rain

In between.

Nothing really serious

At all.

Only once

Is it simultaneous:

The flashbulb crash,

Light and sound together

Echo,

Bounce from house to house

Down the street

Until they are 

Finally

Gone.

I wait all night for that one

Simultaneity.

All night I count

The flashes.

I wait

For simultaneity.