Din Ba Din
The freshly turned earth soaks through my jeans to chill my knees and I sit back, pushing the hair from my eyes then looking with annoyance at the mud on my palm now sticking wetly to my face. This happens more and more lately, my mind waking up about mid morning after my body has been going about its business for hours. It worries me.
A brilliant flash of light catches my eye and I turn to watch it climb the sky, like sunlight off a mirror, flickering but so bright. It glows too intensely for a star, more like the heat of a pinpoint sun. Lifegiving. But this sun goes up, trailing a long curve of white smoke behind it. I watch it shrink until it loses itself in its own smoky trail, far up into the blue.
Then the sound comes, a low rumble in my chest before my ears perceive it
