Trepidation has arrived
in the form of a tremble,
that mimics the once ready,
once heavy, once steadi
ness of my hands.

I'd call it a case
of the perenial jitters,
as if they were planted
at each juncture
along the path, along the way.

A deviation of nerves,
not like the norm but like
a cosmic garden,
a bed of mismatched roses.

e.campagna