The whirr of turbines slowly spinning,
Rotating humdrum of routine,
Secure production of the current,
Cog in a man-made machine.
Unwavering dial of the meter,
A rhythmic weathervane,
Grid-connected transmission,
Stable come wind or rain.
Driving a well-worn circuit,
Following the power lines,
Node in a central network,
Generating at all times.
The switch flicks left then right,
Yet the light retains its shape,
A voice whispers of conversion,
The soft yearning for escape.
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The sound of water gently falling,
A peaceful patter on the heart,
The breath even, light and tender
Of wind, sublime as art.
Master of destiny, breaking
From the turning wheel flee,
To fly freely as a lark,
Rich fountain of energy.
Off grid from dawn till dawn,
To touch the wind and rain,
Feel the sun beat rays holy,
Return to earth once again.
But comes the gentle tug in time,
As the elements take their toll,
Away from sensual wandering,
Reconnection to the world.
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Batteries recharged, ready
To plug in to rooftop wires,
Rejoining fellow light flickers,
To fuel as the system requires.
Its strength is good, its flow is true,
The feeling of connection like home,
Buoyed by consistent output,
Supplants the fear to be alone.
Yet a half-remembered silence,
Calls out amidst the din,
The blissful peace of solitude,
A halt to the turbine’s spin.
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So alternating current reigns,
As the energy ebbs and flows,
An electron in a turbine
Or far-flung panel, eternal foes.
Power demand but half met,
Seeking a hybrid substitute,
Autonomous but still connected,
To the great machine’s pursuit.
Soulful Thoughts 