today it was a fifth floor balcony
last month fast-moving traffic,
a good-looking stranger
an approaching train
no cause for alarm
this lunacy will wane
and wax again
fleeting impulses
chemical reactions
progesterone surges
unrealized urges
the urge to die
the urge to fuck
basic and absurd, yes
neither real nor imagined
shadow feelings
passing over and through
lonely clouds and avenues
woman, you will outlast these spells
bobbing in the ocean swells
emotions and remembered smells
calm seas on the horizon