bloomer

the space between heartbeats
December 3, 2015
forced
April 4, 2016
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No,
I’m not a late bloomer.
It’s just that
this life
and the
chaotic Universe
I landed inside
struck me
as being so mysterious
so intricate
and complex,
that I couldn’t
(in good faith)
lock in
to anything
in particular.
Still haven’t decided
on my ‘major’.
Comforted by minor
keys.
A melancholy
threadbare
seeker.
Dedicated
to staying
as open as I can
knowing I
don’t yet know
enough
to really
KNOW know
what this is all about.
You know?
Accepting
the temporal nature
of things
that move
at a pace
that changes
Always.
Changes.
I’m in the soup.
Being stirred.
Up.
And love
in all of its
manifestations
is the only part
that makes
me go,
“Yes.
I belong here!”
Here.
Where the hills
converse with me
spur me
on
and up
to vistas that
make me think about
what it means
to really live.
Really.
Live.
High altitude.
Moving
and shaking.
Cells ablaze.
(Reductionist)
Interconnected
and swallowed up
joyfully
in the field.
(spiritualist)
No – not a late bloomer.
Not waiting
for something
to happen.
I’ve always been…
A bloomer.
Pedals
splayed and fragile
all my colours
volunteered.
Completely
in love
with the Mystery.

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