A beast stirs,
Born from dust,
Swirling to tower,
Above prairie grass,
Motes spin around,
Its tramping feet,
On withered yucca,
The young emissaries,
Flit and Fly,
Alert me of,
Coming frenzy from,
That monstrous being’s step,
So I flee,
I sucked in the cold air that my body so desperately needed.
And then I was flying, soaring;
Through the puffy white clouds that hung like giant glaciers in the sky.
Only the air was beneath me now.
At that split second I felt my last breath echo heavy in my chest.
I was falling, plummeting.
Too fast and too far through the deathly sky that enclosed me from life.
I woke, my misty breath filling my eyes like broken ice.
Bitter, wintry air clung tightly to my pale snowy skin as my chest erupted in a sea of pain.
Crackling power shimmers in air,
Laid bare, a tree ignites, brightens the sky above with flame,
The shame of man is that we cannot flee electricity,
For we are of flesh and coil, our skin crackles and boils,
And electrons flow continuously,
Missing both you and me as conduits,
On lists of those killed in electrical storms,
We’re born to be lightning rods,
Brains prodded and sparking synapses,
Relapses of mind unable to exist without it,
Fit for kings and paupers,
But while it offers us sentience,
Unrelenting in its unwavering flow, towed forth from electrons,
Long gone emotions are interconnected by electricity,
High voltage low amperage antihistamines,
Those reborn via clean free energy,
The scream of: “CLEAR!” inciting fear, hope simultaneously,
We’re lightning rods, riding this wave of particles,
Articles of clothing generating static,
Bodies generating current – frantic,
And height attracting lightning antics,
Through a path of least resistance,
And thus we are nothing,
But glorified lightning rods.
Give me my absolution!
I am a life enthusiast,
And I give back
Everything I can
To heal wounds,
To drench the soul.
Give me praise!
For my gifts bestow
Azure magic
Rippling a tranquil
Power.
I will rain down upon you
And wash you clean.
Pure and stubborn,
I can be soft and hard,
Cleanse and corrode.
These waters run deep
For my mother Earth,
And will not stay still.
I keep changing;
Raging then calm…
You will know my blessing.
