Pick Your Poison

Second Wind

I feel like life has changed dramatically
in the few throbbing moments of recent celebration. 
What facets of my being have been impacted will reveal themselves in time, 
though I can already sense the swell of inspiration 
pushing me closer towards the shore.
It might have been the hugs; 
such a heavy saturation of interconnection 
between souls opened wide. 
The flowing, the beauty, the turning of minds; 
life remains harsh and chaotic, of course, 
for this little bear of a man is no closer to enlightenment than before... 


But there is new whimsy to dissect, 
relinquished freedoms to observe, 
and a seemingly infinite stream of raw feeling in which I grin and will contort.