Grounding Out

Anxiety seeks ground
by slow electrocution,
limbs shaking,
heart pounding.
You can end up buried alive,
mute and paralyzed
beneath the broken earth.

I'd be there too,
cooling in the clay,
if not for you -- my Love,
spreading your fingers
between mine,
pulling me from the ground.

No sudden jolt,
no seizing shock,
no painful blue spark --
you draw gently on my fear,
eyes softened with pain's flowing
through your heart.
Down your legs my current drains,
lightning leaping
from your toes into the earth.

I sit beside you,
shaking out the final sparks
in silence.

Scott Speck
01/26/2000