Rewiring

brain chemistry reboot

Are you there, passion?
Are you yet asleep?
Has hope awoken you on cue
at the end of the end,
where you can sip the most fuel
thrust forward at the tip of the fuse?
Or have you slipped beyond us now
infusing the realm of dreams
where you are more easily grasped
where you are not denied a chance
to light the plot, burn it forward?

We've waited, passion
Waited on you and upon you
waited for your arrival at the darkest night
triumphant in trumpet blares at blastissimo.
But you snuck in quiet to the back room
and tied us up with black and yellow and green,
a mighty pen against a mightier sword
till we are furiously still at the keyboard
passionately aware, the standard of awareness raised.

Are you still here, passion,
Now that the worst has floated downriver?
It seems we can't remember
how this is supposed to end--
is it a tragedy or comedy?
A romantic gesture?
A single rose on the fifteenth of February?