The Onset High

My mind has been wandering,

wading through every thought,

dismissing those that aren’t of

you.

For they are just distant hums,

blurs of noise I rummage through.

Every path my attention takes

just loops back to what you bring,

leaving me unable to pillar time,

tasks, and routine things.

You are my drug,

my dopamine—

keeping me cognizant of the high

I need,

spotlighting the onset of my anxiety.

—JG  ©2026