Oil Drips From The Engines Of Creation Poem by Patti Masterman

In the few seconds before the arrival of the
Lightning flash and the maelstrom following,
There seems to be a simultaneous surge
Deep inside of me where intensities are perceived~
Perhaps the remnant of some primordial urgency
That made me bow my body to the earth
To become a smaller lightning rod;
Or maybe the stirring of a recollection
Back when the oceans were my birth-mother,
And lightning; the seminal trigger
Of the chain reaction that coincided
With my eventual appearance here on earth~
Otherwise known as the Miracle of Life.