it was a very cold
early january morning
at minus seven degrees.
no water again
for the second time
in a three day span.
on this day,
it didn’t matter –
flames took it over.
it was a tussle
of two distinct energies
on this meaningful day.
my home had some energy.
a back bedroom door
i’d use that cheap ass
sliding lock to keep it shut.
i’d leave to goto a reading
in erie pa,
and after i’d get home,
it’d be wide open.
a more than a one time occurrence.
on another particular day,
I put some rush in –
felt inspired for the first time
in a long time
and grabbed a pen and notebook.
in the living room,
I had a touch lamp.
I felt compelled to look up,
the bulb flickered
on and off for two minutes.
it wasn’t the first time
I had witnessed that.
that was a teaching moment,
and the man upstairs knew
that putting me in pickles
was for good reason –
including the latest granddaddy of them all.
that day with the music playing –
the light flickering –
pen and notebook in my hand
had a special significance.
I had never seen that door
unlock itself and swing wide open,
but I sure had with that flickering bulb.
the good spirits
were battling it out with the bad spirits.
sometimes you are born with talent
and the man upstairs
either lets you have it right away,
or other times he shows
it is better to wait and feel the world,
that way you can show empathy for the word,
even if it means
having to put up with spineless skinless spirits
just to prove he has something
way better ahead to make me stand out
where they thought
I was just a nobody.
