and it ends as quickly as it begins

settling with small motions.
surely we have made it through the longest nights.

i brighten with each day. layers discarded. strewn across lawns and along hallways. waved like flags to the receeding cold.

and with this a softness. maintaining the contrast with the ever brightening light. all accounts must be balanced. and so my palpitations slow to a swagger. a stroll from heart to mouth.

my mania saited. my confusion receeded.
there is peace now.
at last i can sleep.