Swaying and pushing –
Stage and lights, music –
Such energy that the singing blinded us.

Moved in crowd’s current.
To my right:
She, suddenly shoulder to shoulder.
Compact, powerful,
Looking, feeling, drinking energy and
Giving love.

We are all everywhere at once,
As is she.
One with the mosh pit.
Expectations in chest and throat
Are content.

Crowd surfing as generosity:
Arms raised, hands open,
Solidarity to keep the surfer up,
To keep our heads intact.
An elbow to my cheek hardly hurts.
It’s good to be so close.
It’s good to hold a body up
Together.

Moment of Nirvana.
Heads and guts rage ecstatically and scream.
Energy pounds through the crowd and falls into my arms for several beats.
I want to make her safe, create space for art and voice,
And let her go on.

Generosity in the mosh pit
Is holding and letting go.
Either and both are pleasure and wistful.
My heart beats with anticipation.