That Feeling You Get

You know when you get butterflies in your stomach. I love that feeling. I think of them as moths, white moths illuminated by a street light that for a short time becomes visible through my stomach, like holding a paper-bag up to a lamp.

That feeling you get when you stretch your shoulders by lifting your arms above your head and flexing all the muscles.

That feeling from in front of a sunny window, when finally poetry starts to interest you, to read.