it’s in my bones; toes first -
months of little blue piggies
no sock nor wiggle working;
now that my toes are warm-ish
it’s migrated to my knees,
nose, elbows; daily hot bathing
huddling near the heater space
a momentary reprieve;
I didn’t sign up for this…
this being cold since November
twenty-4 years later an’ I’m still sittin’ in a drawer with the odd things that I had planned to use or fix some day, gettin’ tangled in my own cord
suddenly missing
the sultry smooth
of a Texas boy’s
intent and the ease
in which I was me
I thought I had settled in
was settling - in the process of
rooting - envisioning
implementing the vision
of the life I would lead
after a life too determined
a segue in the midst of the trying
of the boggling
down in the mire of figuring
and establishing - hit in a frenzy
has anyone seen my Ikigai?
I sat it just there
on the windowsill to sun
to catch the breeze
I had my eye on it
until the Murphy spilt
into cracks and crevices seeping
has anyone seen my lemon?
I was promised lemons