I am—
Stopped in my tracks,
but not the clock, it continues:
2020 –
12, 6, 3, tick-tock…
to use the time, I call,
unavailable.
In a big world, become small.
Though I have learned to see
outside of me, grass and sky,
indeed, to dream,
but not to move, in action, so eloquently.
More like trekking through mud.
You, in your space, how do you do
with time not right,
the way one wants to control
day and night?
Space is given to choose.
On my toes about to spring!
Every breath, a birth,
thankful yet restrained.
Thoughts that don’t know how to go.
What if this, and that, if only each thing
would fall into place?
I’d lack the excuses for keeping me,
from shining right here.
Because –
the aches and pains of standing still,
with passion screaming, please,
do not fall back into immobility.
They are agonizing!
It’s like the bird I want to soar,
to sing over the world:
I am here to be—
Take the unremarkable life, and
drown it, bitter, in vinegar,
but not me.
A will and way, present yourself,
heal these limitations,
that I should be remarkable,
in whatever space and time available.
Inhale, exhale, easy.
Embracing full life—
Joy is the ability to make love and peace
with what is here and now, and to offer it faith
to grow exponentially for good.
Before it is gone, a new season,
opportunity, a distant memory of us.
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