Static Conversion

i sense the chemical change

rushing consuming

surging over thresholds against

people thrusting demands 

tired expectations 

maintain the security of anxious routine 

reinforced by necessity 

now too exhausted 

for the work of social engagements 

i open the window

is it impossible to evaporate 

into the air

returning to this cajoling lover

brings my heart to brimming

art’s beauty fills me with aching longing 

then shies away 

there just across the room 

in a doorway gazing rapt

at one who sings