Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry

Power Lines

There is an odd kind of beauty
about power lines- and how they
weave whispers within the
dark skies of a stormy day.
Always in the background,
leading a story someplace new-
to a place where it could
potentially belong.
Forever surging; so vast
and never ending.
It is a complex thought;
how some inanimate thing
could be more than a
source of electricity.
How a power line could
draw you in energetically.. and instantly
intensify your sense of curiosity.