Blue sky … full of spring air …

echoing restlessness stirs my biology, waking

sniffs the air, remembering …

this …

A wanting, an old longing,

ancient appetite of my soul, calling

me

back to

something unsayable, before

words or names.

I know it can eat me whole, it has

before,

before I was awake.

But I know it now;

Yes, I know you… hiding there inside my longing,

squirming with pulse of blood and tone,

hung in ripe melody,

the juice of my imperative

I call creativity.

Come dance,

dance my bones into this

morning that smells of blossom and

perfume of possibility and

humming bees.