By way of introduction, I wrote this 3ish in the morning Wednesday, November 4. I successfully did not check any news source till after the sun was up Wednesday. That was my goal and I kept it. Things are still up in the air. A close race. But now there seems to be nothing I can do to change the fate full consequences of this election. Though full of stress, writing my journey of turmoil help some of the stress go away.


Turmoil

Churning
inside
it seems
more than synapse
locus
stomach
angry butterflies
a bit of fear
a bit of longing
but turmoil
it is
chemical
biological
glands
dumping
hormones
unknown
substance
into the mix
that travels
from toes
to noes
I almost
feel it in my hair
I do
like a cat
my hair stands
at attention
as sign
not cause
of the turmoil
but
demanding
or feeding
the turmoil
from stomach
to hair
to brain
and I
seem helpless
to control
the passion
of the moment
as it captures
my soul
my reason
and turns it
and churns it
to pathos

and my reader
you have it to

with time
it may pass

Nov. 4, 2020 Wednesday
afraid to read the news
3:19 AM
vJbushell