Soul

Is it the spell of this kid who bursts with stories
for whom the most offhand pedestrian is a journey,
a gargoyle, the battle of good and evil?

Or sunrise catching you on the way somewhere
and holding on long enough the speck up there
resolves into a faraway hawk, osprey maybe,
that when you think of it urges you to change the subject
of conversation with a basically stranger
from market share and personnel dynamics
to I love you?

If not all that caffeine or fluorescence beating down
all those hours you focused with teeth clamped muscles
wired up eyes blazing at what again?

Then what, that drives you out and back again
that says all this needs to have a beginning, middle and end,
that asks how it would feel to do something,
for once, with your whole heart?