This was my response to a message sent to me on a social networking site.  Since there seem to be very few divisions in our cyber world anymore, why not print it here?

We will all go
to lightning in a bottle
too soon too soon
ashes on a shelf
so for today
let’s be words
art
one foot down
another in the air
moving
on sand or in the mind
lightning
that in its freedom
is continually seeking
ground.

P.S. As soon as someone sends me the name of a book and its opening and closing sentence, I can get started on Chapter Three.  (See my earlier post today for an explanation.) No suggestions, no further chapters.  Please come be my muse.