again
These patterns are too obvious to be any fun.
it's that time of year again, I'm looking at the leaves and the undecided sky, watching clouds storm in and hesitate; middleschoolers first sight, raised eyebrows and wondering. backing off to observe before the front shoves it all on top of the city and lightning rains across our landscape. thunder howls out to the mountains and bounces back to my ears- 'something is about to happen'. You know because you can feel it, as if your toes gripped the edge, the world teetering on the scant probabilities of electrical charge and grounding. Ground me. Catch my hand and hold our circle, Center. My world is on the edge. she's hovering millimeters above equilibrium, if stasis means ending, she'll drop like a stone through that semi-solid pond surface where metabolism stands still, pause for no longer than a breath would have taken, and careen onward to that thing I always felt in the electrical field flowing across my arms, that something that's going to happen. There's no sneaking up on chance with cat-stealth. There's only wild, running blind chasing of possibility. It's just that it's closer some moments than others.
it's that time of year again, I'm looking at the leaves and the undecided sky, watching clouds storm in and hesitate; middleschoolers first sight, raised eyebrows and wondering. backing off to observe before the front shoves it all on top of the city and lightning rains across our landscape. thunder howls out to the mountains and bounces back to my ears- 'something is about to happen'. You know because you can feel it, as if your toes gripped the edge, the world teetering on the scant probabilities of electrical charge and grounding. Ground me. Catch my hand and hold our circle, Center. My world is on the edge. she's hovering millimeters above equilibrium, if stasis means ending, she'll drop like a stone through that semi-solid pond surface where metabolism stands still, pause for no longer than a breath would have taken, and careen onward to that thing I always felt in the electrical field flowing across my arms, that something that's going to happen. There's no sneaking up on chance with cat-stealth. There's only wild, running blind chasing of possibility. It's just that it's closer some moments than others.