Poem ~ All that matters

Last night I dreamt myself into a poetry reading
before an audience of hundreds – outdoors,
sunshine, cheers and applause before 
I’d read a single word and a quickening 
around my heart that carried both 
anxiety and excitement as I leafed through 
the books in my hands trying to find 
the marked pages, the poems I’d already chosen
but knowing at the same time all that mattered
now would be the choices I'd make in that moment
and the next. And I looked up. I smiled. I spoke.