Uranus strikes

~ a poem ~

Photo by Steven Maguire

secrets on the wind

are blowing in

they reach first the fine hairs on my arms

soft electric tingles

gathering and crackling in the distance

and somehow already here

a sacred storm is brewing

everything is connected

i am the seed and the root and the leaf and the blossom

where does the thunder come from ?

shockwaves caused by lightning

a spark that bridges the gap between opposing forces

explosive light that cuts through the darkness

i feel it coming

from inside

a pulsing electrical charge

i am the violent expansion and contraction

the subsequent rumble

palpable desperation for rain

to cleanse, to neutralize

to soften

but my soul chose the role of the one who is always cracking open

crumbling, spilling out

reforming, shapeshifting, alchemizing

a spiral following time back into itself

descending, emerging

i was not born for stasis