The Edge of Thunder

poetry of power

The Edge of Thunder

Explosive, powerful, running wild,
redline reckless every second.
Ripped, careless, mangled, broken and torn
in a full-out race to oblivion.
One misstep on a narrow path
and it's a weightless plummet
with death as a certainty at the bottom.
I heard it long before I saw it and stood in awe.
I could feel its power surge and roar
on an endless run through the gorge.
Before me a giant maddening torrent plunging over a
precipice into the abyss as I stand silent,
at the edge of thunder.