Static Charge

June 2 2012

On the edge,

where things intersect

brush-up against

collide.

A fitful wind

distant thunder,

a line of heavy cloud.

Here, in sunshine.

The world feels pent up

tightly wound,

like static charge

high-voltage wire.

Here, at the margin of light

where we are all

outliers.

Sky turns dark

thunder furious.

But it does not pour,

and at the speed of sound

the storm hits

one county over.

I crave release

from unbearable tension.

But am left

on the edge

balancing …balancing …,

no end in sight.