Feeling it.

Activation

There is a rhythm

a beat making me believe
this is the way

Still right
to write

the things bubbling under my skin

making me tingle
feeling the goosebumps
without the chill
without the fear

A hand guiding me

stroking my shoulder

Embracing who I was always supposed to be

pushing

reassuring

arousing

It comes at night

stays until

1 2 3 am

excitement

uncertainty

knowing

The opposite
of my quiet epiphany
at 29

At 42

I am
stiffening sinews

summoning up blood

I am

a greyhound in the slip

straining against the start*

let’s go

*From Shakespeare’s Henry V