Poem-- "Dopamine"

[Dennis Greene <dennisg@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Dopamine

It is like hovering, except
that nothing ever hovered with such weight
or waited such a long time for the life
to flow from tip of toe to top of head,
but oooooooohhhhh the glorious ecstasy
as memory moves your limbs,
and you forget to think
and simply surge into the Nike moment;
and just do it.

It is like sinking, or rather
trying to sink, as if your chair was there
and yet not there and you are caught,
your skin one layer of skin beneath its
skin, your life one layer of life into
its life,  but oooooooohhhhh
the sheer sweet glorious ecstasy,
you disengage and feel yourself slide free;
you simply do it.

It is like nothing else you’ll ever feel
your mind and body free, sweet ecstasy
of heart and spirit, sweet glorious
surging moment, breaking free, one
moment  to be me, me, me just me,
sweet dopamine why must it always be
a short excursion? Why drag me back
behind the blood brain barrier?
Why must I always lose it?

© Dennis Greene 2000