Seems like everyone is getting hitched these days
but not me
my life as inconstant as the sea
what I want now more than to be loved
is to be free
I like my bar
And my boots
And my bag
All rough and used and torn along the edges
Things I could leave tomorrow if the road opened that way and ushered me on
To parts unknown
It would not be a painful parting
But a see you soon
And a be well in the in between
The in between the here and now
And who we will be then when it is different
After time does her trick
Her alchemy
I know people who can’t sleep for fear of change
I feel no pain for the in between
For it must happen as it happens
This miracle of the unfolding poetry
I am naming these the fallow years
When my truth is sleeping
Warm in brown dirt and blankets of bright green overcrop
With the knowledge that the future is coming
To make something
Of my potential energy
My big smile the most expensive piece about me
No jewels or gems
Just plastic trifles
Feathers
And sparkles
My life is dress up
And feel real
Sleep hard
And learn to love myself again
Because it is spring
And always a good time to learn
To love myself again
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