This poem has a unique story behind it.
Ever looked at an ordinary object in a new light? I have many times. It’s like pointing out how a cloud is shaped like a running elephant or a sailing ship. In this case, I was looking out my window one night during a freak thunderstorm. On any other night, the street light outside would appear as just that, a street light. However, on this particular night, the way the storm was brewing, the moon hidden, as well as the angle of my line of vision, this ordinary object cast an eerie sight into view. Coupled with my tumultuous emotions due to a strained relationship, my mind’s eye played a cruel trick on me.
This poem is what I saw.