It starts with electricity

hanging in the air,

a change of direction

in the wind,

the goosebumps

on my skin.

My spirit is heavy,

like a curtain

of torrential rainfall

around me.

Too much,

too soon,

and I’ll be drowning.

The pit in my stomach

the size of a peach seed,

for now,

uneasy

like a predator

on the prowl.

It’s familiar,

yet different.

I can’t help but think:

What is it?

I’ve been seeing the cues

and following the clues

that whisper

everything is static.

I’ve seen the signs.

I know the times.

It’s bound to begin.

Change is coming around

to unsettle me again.

That’s okay.

Change is my friend.