The Dowsing Rod Universal

Today I feel

The thrum of electricity

In the near constant tingling

And intermittent spark that 

Leaps across my fingertips

And crackles in the air

I am the dowsing rod universal

And the same energy courses

Within and without

With the humidity so high

And the pace of change

Accelerating the plot

Yet again thickens

To the consistency

Of a rich béchamel

But not yet nor ever

Do I imagine there will

Come a day when I rue

The discovery of the

Golden Flower within

From the Extension Chord series by Brad Melamed