Something changed this morning
it has been six months or more
since I felt that tickle on the back of my neck
I hope I am right
I hope it is not a desperate imagining
not a feeble memory
I hope it is life returning
Successive blows brought me here
a great storm emptied me
so I retreated
shuttering the windows
barricading the doors
closing it out
no stimulation
no sensation
no curiosity
I wanted nothing
Yet something stirred today
I think I felt a breeze
I think I smiled
Marv Himmel
January 16, 2019 ©