What strange energy in the air tonight!
It feels wet and cold, crisp and electric,
and my open heart floods into the light
of the candle that burns without a stick:
The music ripples over my humble
head, like simultaneous waterfall
cusps – atop and below -, and I mumble
these verses into the illumined wall:
It separates my mind from my meaning,
like horns separate a sheep from a ram,
and I butt my head against its streaming
current, strike with all the strength that I am:
Stubborn but sensitive to energies,
I forge new dreams from my bad memories.