March 29th 2023
I am a twitcher,
An itchy, twitchy,
wriggling, giggling
Twitcher.
I am also a Squirmer,
A toe tapping,
Thigh slapping,
Finger tapping,
Squiggly Squirmer.
My stories meander
along the long road,
The back and forth path,
A squirrel leaping in spring tree,
The all and nothing,
Mycelial, manic, magic.
I zone in and out of sounds,
Furiously pulled into the present,
A cacophony of clashing chords.
Am.i present you wonder?
What do my hands say?
Originally written 29th September 2021
