“I feel better when I am…”
It begs a thousand endings.
The romantic: “…with my beloved”
The practical: “…fed and warm”
The humorous: “…probably not a newt”
The holy: “…struck far reeling by zip-crunch-sting of frost on my feet and night on my teeth and the stars and the stars and the stars and the-“
The start can also be a complete sentence.
“i feel better when i AM”, you see,
when I am me and my self is brewed strong hot and in the world,
when the ghost world (doubting) leaves no worse footsteps then, oh, THEN…
I am.
Do you see?
The me I am
and how much better that feels?
There’s an end tucked in there too.
(after the fretting and restringing)
(the mistaken misshapen missteppings)
(the whithers/ whethers/ whatevers all noise and gasping no i no see)
Therein lies a neat universe, coiled.
There, the sleek contented arrival at journey’s root:
“i FEEL, better, when i am”.
I feel, alive (breathe)
I feel, strong (eat)
I feel, deep (drink)
For one breakout heartbeat, under sky, over earth, I…
I feel… more than Before.
I feel… more than Ever.
(and love)
(Love)
Love
LOVE