Unsettled

It's not worried. It's waiting.
It's not anxious. It's antsy.
Mild disturbances,
Little perturbances,
Agitation in cogitation,
Niggling nettles.

I got 'em.

I'm unsettled.



UPDATE: As I was checking email I found one from my cousin with a link to the music of Max Cohen. Some settling of Lime is occurring. Also, thanks to all of you who shared favorite poets and poems as well as a few sweet stories I so enjoyed them all.