It was … a day that felt like the field was open to me.
I always have to be on the edge of overstimulated, but not quite at a tipping point
Edging … I edge
Men pounding out showtime between Bedford and 1st ave
Feet rhythmic
Banging
Break dancing
“Lit Up” in my ears
pulsing
Don’t know what to do with this creative energy
Funny how
I eat a big meal
And settle
Thinking about being a silly animal
Thinking about holding you
And falling asleep
Andee, your words capture that electric, creative energy—caught between the city’s rhythm and your own restless inspiration. I love how you balance the wild pulse of the day with the comfort of simple things, like a meal or the thought of holding someone close. Even in the chaos, you find a gentle way to settle, and that’s beautiful.
I always need to be creating, too, except when there's awe to be had. This poem feels like it wants more vibration to me. So I did. I read it out loud in my voiceover voice, giving it yet another day like climbing out a window to catch the dawn.