I captured lightning after years

Of trying—pulled the trigger when

Nothing was in my sight but fears:

The wandering fear suspended in black night,

The fear of women, fear of men,

The fear of failure, fear that fate

Had wanted clockwise circles then

When I instead passed right.

So I in darkness hoped the gate

Of gods retired from careers

Of rage would not unlock too late.

They turned the key—gave me this light.