Suddenly the dark broke open.
For a second – no more –
something revealed itself.
Then the darkness returned,
as if nothing had happened.
But the mind won't leave it there.
Before the thunder arrives,
you've already made a thing of it –
an image, a memory,
an object you now possess.
The subject steps back.
The flash becomes something seen.
And that is how it always goes:
the moment insight touches you,
you turn it into something
you can look at.
And the real watches
from behind the curtains.