Scottish Infection

Oct. 20, 2012

Scottish Infection

Last night,
     I was infected
          by a Scottish beat.
My blood's been pumped
     with northerly winds,
and the only time I can keep
     is a steady
la-la-la-la,
a thrilling dash
     through the hills,
bounding over cool stone,
     frosted by the snow,
digging my feet into
     frozen turf,
the pounding of my heart
      the only thing to keep me warm.

Every breath is laced with winter,
     smells of ancient earth
          filling my nostrils,
          in my sweat,
     a good sweat,
          cooling off the skin.

I'm delirious,
     my eyes blurred by visions,
strong women and men,
     brusque and beautiful.