that now is when I feel poetic—-
under stress and uncertainty,
when my mind is most unruly.
I think just because I can’t explain any of it in a single word.
So poems begin to flow,
so that I may define and know.
Maybe if I can name it, I can see it.
And if I can see it, well then,
I have a direction to tread in.
But either way, I’m too afraid to stick my head in.
So for now I’m not swimming anywhere fast.
I just can’t finish last.
Don’t finish last."