Heavenly Sunrise

A forest of sleeping angles
Hazy halos of gold
Velvet rose
Soft purple
And rich blends of each
The air is brisk
And the wind harsh
But my heart is warmed
By the sight of glory
Hanging on the edge of the earth
Dazzling spectacles of light
Dancing on the icy pond
Frost sparkles on the tips of grass
Everything is still
No one of God's creatures
So much as whistles a tune
No bird chirps
No hounds howl
No cat purrs
Only peace whispers
Through the trees

Electricity

Winding through an untraceable maze
Trolling through rubber halls
Being suffocated
By the very walls that surround me
Know not of what lies beyond them
A point of uncertainty
Is my destination
A place where I go unnoticed
I am not seen
But I help light the dark rooms
I am not heard
But I play the most beautiful melodies
I can not be felt
But my heat warms your bodies
I am not admired
Until I am lost
I am something you need
Something you must own
But nobody owns me
No one can take my power
Because I am power

The Intersection

On the road more so traveled

I find myself at an intersection

One that can lead me anywhere

Lead me to more intersections

To more lights

Signs

And cars

To more people

Pedestrians

And possibilities

Then from there to even more intersections

Ones that tell me to stop

Yield

And go

Some that tell me to turn

Went to walk

And when to not

Now I am at one

One with infinite outcomes

One with infinite outputs

With so many variables

More than just x’s and y’s

More than just what equals the sum of 83

More than the area of a circle

And the first 20 numbers in pi

More than a spreadsheet on the table

It is so much more than a ticker number

Or a 500 word article that ends up on page 7

It is more than what lies before me at a desk

In the middle of a cubicle

In the center of a bullpen

On the 20th floor of an office building

On the street that no one cares to name

I am at an intersection

Full of wonders

Hopes

And dreams

I am at an intersection full of lanes

And I cannot choose one

I am caught in the median without a guide

Then I see them

Through the timid light of dawn

And the shadows that mimic and mock

All that I see is a little being

Standing in the middle of the street

Alone and impatient

Standing there and waiting

For someone to come

Driving down this parkway

Down this Lane

Down this Boulevard

Driving down without attention

Looking someplace else

Being someplace else

Not see them standing here

Not see them till they are gone

Far from here

And far beyond

I swerve but to no avail

There is a crash without a burn

There is a body without a life

They are gone and I am left

Left to clean up a mess that I did not make

This is what my intersection brought to me

This is what came of each choice

This is what has become of me

I will never be the same as I was

Before the intersection