Open Mic

Dj Gilcrease
7/23/04

At the mic I stand
without a thought in my head.

Speechless I stair at the crowd
Their anticipation floats in the air
like a gull on the thermals,

As I open my mouth
a gust blows.

The gull drifts ever higher
the words start to flow before
the thought is acknowledged.

Time stands still
for the one moment
before the words cease.

The gull is held motionless
as I draw it in,
feeding the words as fast as I can.

Then time comes crashing in
as the gull makes his dive.