I think it should be etude,
not attitude either, but that brief
and serene moment when
notes of music float about ones
head and dip in and out
of the audio buckets I call
ears.

I am relaxed, almost walking
like the coolest move in the final battle
of Legend of the Drunken Master II,
(seriously his knees are an envy),
and life moves like clouds
above my face.

I only dip the occasional nose in
when I am feeling it, when I am
seeing colours that intrigue like
the blues of calm, or
the yellows of creation, or
the oranges of sunset,
that rainbow of motion,
e and zooming,
that perpetuate and state
these are the times
of your life.