Grandfather, I stood watching your mouth
watch me. I opened my own to speak
 
but the thunder and rain swallowed
the rest of my voice.
 
Grandfather, I looked out towards the flooded
bridge and imagined my feet searching
 
for where the bridge began and the road
ended so I could cross.
 
Grandfather, when thunder struck
again, I could only
 
hear your loud go
above my nearly silent, no