I have a tense muscle.

It’s so tense as I strain to use it I feel as if it’s going to pop.

I find myself reaching, but the goal is out of site,

or perhaps because of it’s lack of use, I’m afraid the shot I take will come up short of the net.

I haven’t used this muscle in almost 12 years.

I miss it. I miss the satisfaction of having a well oiled, perfectly honed machine inside me.

Now it reminds me of a rusted out Ford pickup in a farmer field.

But I’ve dropped a new engine, it’s time to see if it will start.

I have a tense muscle.

It’s been 12 years.

But now, let’s put paper to pen

And see what a little oil can do.