Holding the Wire

Transmogrified,

She cried,

"I am annealed!"

The juice that sealed

The hand that pealed

Was not revealed,

Instead congealed.

The lightening bug the soul became

It's work the dark of night to tame.

[Written by Virginia McKinnon Mann in September, 1997. Note: there are two typos in the last stanza that I left uncorrected.

This poem seems appropriate to post while 2014 is still new. Lots of people have been talking about new year's resolutions, and although I don't think "Holding the Wire" is about that kind of self-transformation, my mind made the connection.]