Positive Apprehension Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind lost, wandering through moments of thought, listlessly
falling into a deep sort of melancholy, yet it's not quite
a state of mind.

It doesn't seem to affect anything at all, an anomaly of in-
tellect it seems, watching it curl up like a kitten for a
moment then suddenly it springs forth like a cricket.

Unable to stay still any longer, playing and running around,
jumping over neurons and synapses, having a great time by
itself.

Taking time to race up and down measures of chords, rhythms
and patterns constantly changing, designing, breaking open
and creating poetry in a lightening flash of positive appre-
hension.