I thought of rooms on fire
And the smoke alarm detected
A strangeness still in the air
After I had smelled its ash for days
Finally, the sound of something there
Then I thought of you
And the back door blew open
Cooling parts of me by breeze, exposed,
My wildness calmed, for just a moment
I let it stay askew to spite the chill
Then I thought of other worlds
And words with eyes glared at me from pages
Winked at me from gaps in speakers
As verse and music mingled
I was moved and moving all day long
And then I thought, “Now, I am strong”
I let myself follow whims and feel it all
The electric me let loose
A magnetic pulse to pause all machinations
And I am still buzzing, and causing blazes
-a.r.
Image: Magical Thinking, a photo shoot by Tim Walker
