Amped

Early morning

Damp and cold

Heaviness,

Like a ball in my chest

When asked, What’s this?

Pain. Is the reply.

My pain?

No

Someone else’s?

No

Must be something

else.

Listening in.

Sensations untangle

Closer to their source.

Pain is rooted in my back

The intensity amped by something else.

I shine steady attention on it

It lifts off,

The sensation drops

Like turning down the volume

Not today Satan!

I have things to do.