Impetus

When I keep moving

it doesn’t happen.

It only happens when I stand still.

With each step,

it happens less and less,

until, it disappears.

But the moment my speeds regress,

it’s worse than I ever feared.

Simmering

Bubbling

Sizzling

Numbing…

Got to keep moving,

Got to keep going.

When finally, I reach our destination

I lay peaceful in the grass,

gazing overhead, as our sail boat floats past.

And as I watch her sail on by,

clearly quite impressed,

she ushers me,

into a deep sound sleep..

I drift away at last.

With the lullaby of her rising chest

and the force of each gust of breath,

it happens… less and less.

-Courtney Rose Battistelli