Temple

Orange lightning burns 
the Detroit sky tonight. 
We just got out of the temple,
two hours of white stillness, 
but the bruised, lit-up sky 
suggests God’s still not happy with us.
Then again, maybe it’s fireworks.
Maybe the lightning 
and this dark, humid breeze 
are a reward, a pop-flash kiss
and a thank you for at least trying
on a day when it would be 
just as easy to not.