Mapped out on the Cartesian plane
Of cross hatched axes,
Singularity amidst a web of coordinates.
A vector is a suggestion,
A direction with thrust
The difference between what is and what must.
Vectors act on points,
Forces in search of targets,
Otherwise they're just passing thoughts,
Musings that wane.
Lightning strikes a tree,
Cracks it in half
In a bright flash of blue.
I figured I was here
For the long haul
Over three and up two
But I feel an electrical stirring
The pricklings of a gathering charge,
A surge I can no longer ignore.
Someone wants me over there,
Up six and over four.