Ultimately, the goal is to get something done, if only to put down something after a life-rrrreally-got-in-the-way hiatus.
10-line, 11-syllable terza rima, here:
20/20.
You are more than this gradual expansion,
more than the taut lengthening of the tendons,
or shifts in the centers of gravitation.
All systems are preoccupied with functions
in constructing your channels, your inner sparks,
synthesis of tissues, each in cohesion.
Quickening in the blood, of sinewed bulwarks
detecting your subtle movements in rapport
with stippling sensations and bright and bowed arcs,
you’re a celebration I’ve always hoped for.
♥ & damn glad to be back,
EAB