Electricity builds up in us as we walk around our ambiance. It builds up and blasts us when we touch the doorknob, or brush the phone pole. With a jolt and a spark, electricity moves. It jumps and accumulates, then jumps again with a jolt and a spark. It might hurt. It might startle. It might alert. It moves from host to host, and noone knows where it goes. It is nature’s spirit. It is God’s jazz. It is small reminders of our mortality. It re-orients us if we get lost in our dreaming. It grounds us if we become too elated. It jumps from host to host, and accumulates in our sheets. It lays awaiting in the carpet under your shoes. It will get you too.