a poem
Fever dreamsLiberate the mindBoundless and edgelessThoughts flowSkipping betweenPonds of reality…
Bridge
…that thing in music that infers that a change is about to occur
…the stones in a running creek, maybe
…the curly thing on a violin that makes all the difference
…a game
I’m so neuroticThat I attemptTo dissectSaid neurosisIn real time If youFind meStaring into the…
Especially for those of us who are in our heads
Folly be to those who act blindly,Who move before they look.
Waking up to bitter coffeeand a birdsong.Breath visiblein the crisp morning air.Attention turns inward…
The sweet citrus smell
Of orange blossoms