Anticipation, I beg
Revel in resplendence and mercy.
For a fuzz runs through my veins;
Stops my heart.
My ears strain and struggle to find clarity
In the jubilant dialogue of the Earth
The rustle of ochre leaves
The wind’s soft whisper
My ability to decipher is reduced.
I know only a somber yearning for interface.
My inhibition, a Medusa
I become forced in stagnation—
pulled and taut into a rheumatoid bearing
The vocality in my throat now reaches for my tongue in a frenzy for sweet release. In my
involuntary patience,
Gaia’s oasis among the cosmos
Becomes a dripping, rayless penitentiary.