Anticipation

The tires glide parallel to power lines
that are alive with electricity like the night air.

The worms come out to play with the bullfrogs,
and I can see them on edge because I am too,
my eyes wide with anticipation
like a child waking on Christmas morning.

The lightning tears open the sky,
and I wait for the words to emit from the hole.

I wait in silence
with nervous hands upon the wheel,
and when the opened mouth is ready
it finally speaks.