I feel it, at the end of the line
Straining, running with the reel
Tugging against the flow,
Sunlight sparkling, breaking the surface.
I feel it, overlapping notes on strings.
Tones, melodies, cascading through moments
A waterfall of nudges
Alight my ear, tickling my soul.
I feel it, fingertips reaching mine.
Sighing, yearning through the fog.
Energy screaming “alive”
Breath heavy, steadying gaze to my eyes.
I feel it, life’s knowing waits close by.
Urging, pausing, pushing against fear.
Metronome of endless raindrops.
A pendulum swings, tipping my balance.