Hum

It got so late
I’m up early now.
Occasionally
I stop what I’m doing
and stare at my hands
focusing on the very
tips
of my fingers.
Zeroed in on the
ridge of my
fingerprints as they
wobble and twitch.

Is this subtle shaking
the plea of a weary
nervous
system?
Is this
        hum within
    my hands
the only small action
my body can muster as I
again deny it rest?

Or is it the fumes of caffeine
leaving the body like hot
exhaust
from an old tailpipe?

I feel I have lived
my whole life in this
quaking.
Always wondering
whether I should worry
or simply weave
myself in.
Calibrate.
Attenuating to the tremors and
finding stillness in the shakes.

 
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