LIGHTNING MAN

In stepped a shadowy figure, tall in stature supporting a skinny wire like composition. Hollow sounding footsteps echoed as the man moved towards the centre of the room. Now partially illuminated the face of the man could be sighted. Shadows in the shape of swirling rivers cast over his face lit by the dim light of the open fire. “Can I be of service” sounded the raspy voice. Sprawled on the lounge room chair a young woman jumped up startled. “Who are you and what are you doing here she quivered”. “I have been informed that you are in need of a lightning rod, and by looking at the reverse of you cottage it seems I’m even a little late”.

A man wise beyond his years has been weathered by society. The Lightning man has reacted by limiting his social niceties to a minimum, when he deems suitable, which can often be wrong. Addiction is not new to him, bad habits are picked up at the drop of a hat. In some way he knows this is partly due to unresolved issues he but on the other hand he doesn’t care. This turbulent undercoat in which he wears is not recognisable to many. Like a chameleon he can skilfully change his colour to suit any situation.
Like electricity he is a body continually in transit moving quickly but carefully. His installation is a fixation of beauty in which he takes great pride. Admiring an installation brings a smooth smile to an otherwise worn face. Often vertical and elevated he spends most of his life off solid ground and often in precarious positions. Many before him have come to an early demise for their patience and demeanour proved to be their undoing.
At the age of 42 he has no offspring but considers his young apprentice like the son he never wanted, but wishes he did. Once his business shoes are off he enjoys a night out with his friends and has recently started seeing a new lady friend for the first time in a number of years.
Could this be the start of something new? Only time will tell.