Stretch

Today I strummed chords I seldom play

and sang notes I seldom sing.

My fingers strained to strike the frets

My voice trembled at the top of my register.

After I was done, I felt strangely alive

and wondered why I so often hold back

from these places,

these wonderful places,

where my blood races

and my spirit soars.

A pox upon the demon of the commonplace,

holding its infamous net of security

and three cheers to the angel of uncertainty,

who calls us “to come and die and find that I

may truly live.”