I run in iron, float in ceramics and are bound in styrofoam.
Yet, like Zeus on Mount Olympus I can gather in the coming storm
and strike the earth in all my glorious form.
Do you know what I am?
I can be as an escaped balloon flying off towards the moon.
Or I can be as confined as a prisoner; one of a million souls
bound into a rigid hole. Either way I do not stay still,
the tighter I am bound the more determined my will.
Do you know what I am?
I take succor from the light, which at the right might,
can free me from out of sight. As
I am repulsed by my own, yet I can not help
but follow the inverse of my clone.
Do you know what I am?
You may not know but I am everywhere.
Not just in the wires bringing light;
keeping you safe at night. I am in the air you breathe,
the water you drink.
What am I?
Nicole Reynolds 