Tabula Rasa: A Poem to Childhood
I’d been reading Locke in my room,
trying to sense of it for a paper due,
when suddenly the day went dark
and a distant rumble drew my eyes
to a line of storm clouds advancing
from the west, blotting out the sun.
Lightning flashed – the window shook.
Homework forgotten, I watched the show.
Something there is about a storm
that seizes the mind and thrills the heart:
the lashing rain, the electric sky –
the wind that roars like the sea.
Afterward I ran out into the newborn light
that revealed the world fresh and dripping
like a naked child raised from the font.