AGAIN, we shuffle
Along, pain will ERODE our
COVER, self laid bare

Georg’ann

Just before bed the sky darkened
in the south, visible from my bed.
Swirls of grey and poufs of white.
Thick silence hanging in humid air,
conjuring an electrical force.

The STORM continued this morning.
Intermittently. Allowing respite.
Exciting flashes of bright lines
against the dark sky ahead
as I drove up the highway
for a different electrical force.

Climbing onto the table, positioning
myself under, between strange panels.
Legs cradled into my personal mold.
It keeps things lined up, steady.
Assures trajectory of the electrical force.

After the team checks my marks,
Aaron lays a warm COVER
across my body, I fold my hands
over my heart. This position
reminiscent of a funeral pose.
I will become an electrical force

someday. Likely well into the future.
May there be this much peace,
and tender tendings then.
Though a much better soundtrack.
Today fills me with radiant light beams.
Cellular savior is an electrical force.

Heather