Friday, 14 December 2012

258. The Anatomy of Anticipation

The excitement starts as a tingling
in the base of my spine in the morning,
warm and welcome in an otherwise
routine day. It traces the vertebrae,
pausing to dance between my ribs,
over my lungs and heart.
It slides down my arms, up my neck,
to the edges,
the place where I begin and it ends
with a whispered declaration,
almost a battle cry.

Let's do this.

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