From_The_Desk_Of_Mother

FROM THE DESK OF MOTHER NATURE

Thunderclap fury makes me worry
thinking of the safety of this room
lightning fire is topped by neither
mortal contraptions nor double-paned windows.
Pitter-patting comes the rapping of rain
on my A/C outside who wishes it could hide
inside the safety of non-conductive surroundings.
The blue-white burning cat pounces
on the transformer drowning us
in a velvet prison from which
our terror knows no parole.
I cannot be consoled by my ceiling
for I have a feeling that soon
this house will quoth: �never more.�
For this creature-feature
exposes a teacher to us
of nature�s power that through us
passes valuable lessons of control.
For all our buttons and gadgets,
the electronic devices that have us
wrapped in a cloak of security
can be pulled away in a flash,
in a blinding white crash,
and we are left naked on the floor.
So when you hear the rattling
of rain meeting siding and metal,
don�t tell me how at ease you are
in your four walls and lightning cover
for you fell under the spell
of false security
The lightning here brings a sharp reminder
(unkind I find her)
of how soft and vulnerable
our skins (even made of tin)
really are.

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