itch

it strikes without warning
unseen, but felt
the presence a nuisance
resistance, nonexistant
the reach, the scratch
cannot suffice
the other hand tries
more than twice
the menace is moving
it fails to be trapped
it's all in your head
but it's there on your back
no bite, bump, or blister
is there to be seen
no welt to be felt
as it hides in the space
somewhere between where you
cannot yet reach
and jumping in spots
where you have not yet tried
there is no beginning
no prize at the end
disappears without warning
to flare up again