And it’s not so much my life I like
now but me, who I am, have become,
hard work having moved past passed
days of sleepwalking, going through
life unannounced but now I wallow
in my new song of I am here finally.

I sit, in the preamble of years, months,
days to come; fearless and afraid. He
feels like home, like earth and sky. He
feels sure like the other half of spirit
lost once in another life so long ago.

And I am tired of sitting, laying low.

I sit, looking at a blank screen thinking
about the months, days, things to wrap
up here, coming together quickly. And
I want things I cannot articulate but
I am here finally, I am ready to go.