Eleven Twenty too {1/1/22}

It’s the first of the year. If you asked me what the last 12 months of my life was, I wouldn’t really know how to answer. Looking back, it feels like watching myself on a tv show. I wonder how I let myself fall into traps. But, I can't be so focused on what I could have or should have prevented from happening. Amidst all of the interactions with stranger after stranger, I'm happy to be where I am at, this very moment. The flip side of that coin is remembrance. Remembering moments from the past plagues my mind at times. However, I am learning to be the let go. There have been so many more moments to reflect on of bliss and pure enjoyment. Slowly but surely, I am slipping back into attunement. Tis poetry hour.

Good luck for the waves of life

Ill smile regardless

Need not know, need not yet,

Until forever becomes

Slipping between the words on the page

Or the beat of a drum