Can You Sense My Pleasure? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Settling into a corner, listening to CD's, relaxing,
playing the piano of my mind with my left hand, writing
with my right at the same time just as I am doing now.

Writing rapidly to a fast-paced rhythm, thoughts racing
to outrun me, another jumping and stepping into depths
of intellect.

Finding peace in interior spirituality of my soul, right
now at this very moment in time, can you feel the thrill
and excitement that I am feeling as I write.

Can you sense my intense pleasure now through this poem
and it's words?