Nightmare

I swam across a glassy,
ultramarine-blue lake,
a lake rimmed by
an old forest,
thick with cypress-dark pines,
many fallen, scarred by lightning strikes.

Quickly,
like the exit of bats
from a cave,
slate clouds eclipsed the sun,
lightning forked,
thunder boomed and cracked.
A fine rain, stinging
as sand, pockmarked
the basalt waves.

Would I be electrocuted
by a jagged flash?
My mind crashed
into a hole blacker than
a cave.