Curious World Poem by Patti Masterman

What sort of world is this?
Even my sneeze on the monitor screen
Has a rainbow glowing within its bounds
Holographic world indeed
Then there are the sudden light shows
The Aurora Borealis, and the green flashes
At sunset, and countless more miracles.
I once saw a thunderstorm over the ocean
Both my first and last one, probably
(Living hundreds of miles from any ocean)
But on a vacation I got to see one
To think I might have missed that:
It was as if all the gods of the underworld
And the gods of the waters, and of the heavens
Had a disagreement, and nearly ripped a hole
In creation's substance, trying to resolve it.
But it was only a thunderstorm out at sea
Which was such a novelty, to me.
Imagine being out there on a vessel
Two hundred years ago, watching that storm
While being flung about by the seething ocean
With no guarantee of anything-
Solid ground beneath, only a fervent prayer, then.
That magnificent spectacle might have been the end.
One thing about nature, it is always up close and personal:
You're never just a spectator on the sidelines.