poem - sentient

Original watercolor painting by Monika Beal.

Gray matter - the neural canvas
A great plain extending infinitely when
a Spark, suddenly
a Lightning rod sears -
A thought bursts to life;
The storm rolls in as
Thunder claps and synapses dance
In the fields upon the horizon, filling the skies. 
Thoughts without words - 
Intuition - feelings - senses
Lightly sprinkling, gaining
Momentum into a downpour
With a rush, cleansing the mind
Saturating this sentient.

~ MB, July 2017