Poem: You are not confused.

You are not confused.

Storming with electric anticipation? Sure.

Roiling & rumbling with pre-flight jitters? Quite possibly.

Wrapped in the wonder of rapid evolution? Well, naturally.

Experiencing a sudden convulsion of comparison chaos? Correct.

Terrified of releasing the vise-grip of perfection —
to tip, tumble & surrender to this, this, THIS! Yes.

But confused?


Don’t make me laugh.

You know who you are.
You know what you want.
You know your next move.

I know.
You know.
You. Now.

Say it with me.
Say it for you.
Let it dance in your hips, lungs & bones:

I am not confused.
I am not confused.