Everybody’s experience is different.
Some are like the lush candlelit posh pillow squish
And some are the harsh lit cement cigarette porch light way-
But this is not to demean the artistic moment that hits
After some brisk back talk outspoken wonder.
I can sit after the moment that some speaker has spoken
And feel in the chair the air of the dry moment.
I have to record the ghost of the fleeting-
The electrical shadow that shadows the speaking.
Then the moment it seeps into diffuse but believing.