Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Poem: Lightning



A vivid strike, with fanfare,
bright energy unleashed 
and veining the darkness
black and white.


An electric demon flying free,
rearranging elements.

Lovely in the distance,
lightning jolts our senses
when it stands on the steps,
unmasking within us
a primal vulnerability.

In that moment the nerves know,
even if the ego denies it,
that all our swagger and shine
is mere bravado.

We have nothing to bring
to the table of time
except an eagerness to learn,
to connect, to create,
and the desire to stay alive.

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