The Emissary of Lightening
Green Mojave Rattlesnake
coiled beside the bridge.
I see you from the corner
of my eye and stop
dead in my tracks.
Why aren’t you rattling
like a good pit viper?
Emissary of Lightening,
nothing can match
your martial powers.
Are you hunting me?
Or is there
another purpose
for this encounter?
Maybe you are
the Vision Serpent,
herald of the rain,
transformer of deserts?
Do you have a
prophecy for me?
Grandfather of the Winds,
I thank you for reminding me
to walk this world with care.
After all,
everything changes
with one false step.
© Patrick O’Neill 2010. All rights reserved
