Wednesday, January 11, 2012

undercurrents

There is a
Tightening of the chest
At the gut
The base places
An undercurrent buzzing
Within every movement
Thought moment breath
Striking when and
Not
Expected

It’s you -

And it’s gloriously terrifying

There is fear -
But it holds its own with
Beautiful possibility
And the tranquil inevitability
Derived in a rare moment of 
clarity
Where one knows
This path must be walked
Wherever it should go

- That never have I wanted
   Or needed to
   Set out more -

There may be regrets about missteps
But never one that I started 
Towards you