Maybe effervescent
isn’t the best word for it.
It’s … like a fuzzy feeling too.
I can feel a swelling
of joy, deep in my stomach,
my heart. It’s sweet.
I know I said I’m
living in the moment,
but god, is the future
coming quickly.
You keep calling me back
though; please
keep doing so.
To think too far
is scary.
To know you will read this,
also scary.
Yet,
I type these words
out as if no one
but I will know
their true meaning.
I wonder how many
poems contain the word
effervescent.
It’s a fun word,
right?
All bubbly and bright
and such.
I feel effervescent.
(I wonder how many
poems contain
that word twice.)
I’m trying something new,
to live in the moment.
It might backfire,
like that old Ford truck,
but you like to live on the edge,
so I’m trying it out too.
I feel something
this time around
that I did not expect.
If you asked me to
define “something,”
I wouldn’t be able to.
There is so much
and so little to it.
So It Goes 