i am not without it
and with intention
the flying leap -
walk, find, to be with
or maybe it's said i'm misaligned, mistaken,
(overly) "mis" tical - well, you get the idea
so be it..
it's all a matter of perception.
in reality - this funny heart carries me along, bobbing in the waves
buoying me up like a strangely shaped life preserver
i'm navigating kelp beds, dodging harpoons and the odd toothy fish,
ever mindful of my sweet spot there on the shoreline,
feeling like a speck in the cosmic soup,
learning, loving, saying..