I’m pretty terrified – but why?
This is what I need.
I feel like I did at that mailbox, 30 or so years ago
and it was accepted – and it won! I met Ray Bradbury
at the banquet with his Auntie Neva, then good happened.
I need to prepare for good, I’m not accustomed to it anymore.
I need to reach and stretch and be uncomfortable and nervous
but not crazy – not this time.
I need to find me back – that guy; that guy that lived
if only for that time:
This is this time, again…
Listen to the rhythm of the world,
in the darkness, alone – listen…
Hear the faint heartbeat? It Sings!
I can’t stop this train.
I can’t jump.