Spiral Lightning
Straight lines and grid-work
can’t define Me.
I know all the angles
and bend them 'round.
I hide that little bit of lightning
beneath My peppery tongue,
and when I lose My patience,
I use it!
Don’t push Me.
When I cut straight to the point,
the point goes up in smoke.
Better to let Me
come about in My own way.
There’s nothing about Me
you can nail down,
put in a box,
bend to your own purpose.
I bend you.
When you call My name,
remember that.
Let yourself flap like a flag in My wind.
Let your tongue go slack,
and speak My tongues!
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018