I am overwhelmed.
I have seen through the half-blind verse of another
writer’s eyes. I have become
as if watching an owl fly
illuminated only by the light of the stars beyond,
little more than a mere memory of a shadow.
I have been overwhelmed,
have looked into her
eyes before “Anything Goes” in 2014. Seen
Taylor Swift at the Sprint Center a year earlier heard
13,000 fans sing in blissful ignorance about love.
I have been overwhelmed by the poem
the way I felt walking
home after my very first dance class.
The way I felt after seeing Carolyn dance
to win “Dancing with the K-State Stars.”
I am, at the hands of verse