My father drummed darkness <br />Through the underbrush <br />Until lightning struck <br /> <br />I take after him <br /> <br />Clouds crowd the sky <br />Around me as I run <br />Downhill on a high— <br />I am my mother's son <br />Born long ago <br />In the storm's eye<br /><br />Samuel Menashe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/descent-13/
