I couldn't foresee,
didn't plan
- but like breathing,
I accept;
like heartbeats,
I come on;
like the succession of days
I find a good rhythm
and let life happen,
in amazement and orderly manners
in the speechless realm
between here and now,
accepting gifts, casting shadows,
stacking numberless versions
of myself
in diaries and undeniables,
feeling myself approach in fullness
and entirety,
cleansing myself thoroughly of dust and dirt
and thoughts
to become acceptable
to whoever I am
when I meet

I find that what I misinterpreted
as being half-lifed
indeed reveals a double-life;
blessings x 2,
keeping my gaze undisturbed,
mind ajar, attention attentive,
all nuances exciting on all wavelengths,
when waging peace
in ruthless acts of refrains and abstains,
language languishing into unexpectations
at time o'clock sharp;
mainstream cafés fully lit and peopled;
the forests out in winter silent,
with shoulders down,
experiencing everything at a distance,
knowing not what to expect next