Rumbling Meditation

What is it about the thunder that draws us in?
Why must we sit and listen to the rumbling above?
Why can a flash of light and vibration of foundation distract us from...television?

If you were up late enough last night as I was, you would have heard the storm.
The waves of rain and wind forcing the branches of our battered trees to twist and break again.
But why do we do it?
Why do we sit and watch the storm?

I looked across the street to see neighbors on their porch, just watching.

Is it mere fascination with a force we cannot control?
Is it a primitive calling to harness what once was our only source of fire?
Is it the idea that God could be doing this out of rage or boredom?
The rain ticked on the window and I found myself just staring into space somehow entrenched in quiet meditation at midnight, when most were asleep.
Why?
Ask the thunder, ask the rain.

As Spring, I Sleep

I
too
am the spring,
clinching tightly,
to the blankets of the frosty Earth
hugging them, nuzzling,
up to my chin
as I solemnly mutter
"just not yet."
The sun is hot,
but the ground is cold
and a wicked winter chill
still threatens to blow.
Young lilies
and daffodils
hold fast,
steady your blooms in waiting,
the time is soon,
but just not yet.
Spring will sleep
for another hour or two.

I just could not get out of bed this morning. What was it? Was it lack of sleep? Was it work-related depression? Whatever it was is over now. Until tomorrow. That is of course I could awaken to a sprite(as in blond-haired fairy like creature) slumbering beside me. Now, that would be worth waking up to. And would get spring's ass out of bed.

Your Power and Not

Yesterday was a glorious day!
My power, after being M.I.A. for 2 weeks, was restored.
Let us take a moment, in silence, to mourn the loss of all but one of my house plants. Naturally, Pickles survived since he vacationed at my parents' house with master.
A vacation from using my energy, but a vacation from privacy.
And just as normalcy is returned, Mother Nature threatens to take it away.
Oh, Mother Nature, what can a poor boy do to please you?
I know our relationship has been rocky lately, but I can't have you stomping your foot, blowing, and acting so unstable.
How do you convince the most powerful, bi-polar force on our planet to level out on some Lithium?
What's next?
Calling incessantly in the middle of the night and not saying anything at all?
Or is Mother Nature going to bring me a puppy, and then later sit out in front of my house all night watching me?
I'm happy for the electricity again, but Mother, Gaea, I implore you, mellow out, please.

The Momentum Starts Now

Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
Finally, my city's paper has delivered the news that I wanted to read.
As of today the city and county have approved the tax hike to help pay for the Downtown Development of Owensboro.
Owensboro will have a district. Owensboro will have an area. Owensboro will be a place to go and grow.
Not to mention the newspaper printing that corresponds with the release of VENT's article talking about the future of Owensboro by yours truly.
This is the first step.
The first of so many.
It all starts here.
Now?
Lobby
Lobby
Lobby
for the work to go to local firms.

Hermit Is

This infernal ice storm has finally chapped me entirely, much like the winter does our gentle lips.
Oh, man.
Tuesday, when the rain was freezing down, it was exciting. The thought of being off from work and playing in the snow was fun.
But then more and more kept coming down and the fun started to freeze over. I spent
Tuesday night up to this morning at my parents with varying relatives and friends of the family.
Wednesday night was capped off with the creaking of ice and ancient trees breaking and falling in the night. Not to mention the multicolored transformer explosions. My family sat on the front porch listening to the eerie demise of the once forest that we call our neighborhood. "Creation from disaster, creation," is what I kept saying. Oh, the naivety of my eternal optimism at a time like this. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Luckily, I sought solstice in Jenny and at her house Friday and Saturday. It was a brief period of peace.
Yes, I have no power at my house, and my toilet is leaking, but there are others worse off.
I just am in need of privacy. A person like me has to recharge. I must recharge. It is only now, when I can't recharge that the hermit in me comes out.
If you see me today I will be frowning.
But somewhere inside me my little hermit self is smiling knowing peace is near.