Tingle in My Toes

That tingle in my toes
now finds its way
freely all the way
up my legs
up my spine
and comes out my breath
and my gaze
and my laugh
and my dreams.

My dreams are so close and clear I can touch them,
Read in them,
Do math problems in them.

I'm walking in a blissed out haze of sleep
And sleeping in a chilled out maze of music

That tingle in my toes
Curls them
Stretches out my legs
Arches my spine
And evokes my breath
and my gaze
and my laugh
and my dreams

That tingle in my toes awakens me
From deep complacency
Deeply sedentary
That tingle in my toes frees me
From quiet apathy.
Confined reality.

My toes tap with constant anticipation
The tingle is a sweet realization
I'm awake.