After an Opening

After an opening my brain is spinning. My muse is driving. I have this unsettled momentum to do more - to be more - to follow up on all the ideas and all the beautiful threads of conversation -
And -
And -

And, I'm tired too, at the same time. This monumental influx and infusion at the same time there is a monumental sinking into fatigue.

I've output. I've spoken. I've condensed the madness of emotion into visual poetry and stood to speak of it.

For now, I rest.

The trick - oh! the trick! - is to hold onto the tiger's tail of that momentum. That energy. That "muse". And call her mine.