For reasons God keeps hidden from the world,
He loves to turn potential to kinetic.
To take a pent-up energy tight-furled,
And change it into something most frenetic.
So walls of ocean water piled high
Soon crash the beach as waves of violent foam.
So high voltaic potential in the sky
Must flash to ground with no resisting Ohm.
So differences in pressure must let fly
Fierce atmospheric force, and winds rush home.
Thus in my members, when not with my love,
A terrible potential there is bound.
But, when at last with her I’m speaking of,
It’s loosed like lightning finding its true ground.
©2016, Paul W Erlandson