Why I Can't Sabbath These Days

When I slow down

these surges of memory bolt through me like lightning.

Images of your face, frozen for less than a second

touch down, causing cracks in this seemingly solid surface

reminding me of your power

which never ceased to arrive unexpectedly out of thin air

and never failed in shock value.

Ironic given the softness of your comings and goings.  

Throwing myself back into hustle

seems the only viable option 

in the field of this impossible electricity.