I wanted a big funeral.
I wanted to be remembered by thousands.
I wanted a full plate of many talents.
I have done well to make that so,
Becoming something with the breadth of an ocean
With the depth of a river creek.
It’s not what I bargained two decades for.
I will evict my inner fascination with the box everyone wants me to step into
From the corners of my utterly beautiful mind.
“Please forgive my foolishness.
I’m getting over a bad breakup with my masculine side.”
“Can I get a hell yeah?” I proclaim,
I need a response to know I’m not a shit stain
I get it again, they give me a chant
And I suppose at this point I really can’t faceplant
Six notes, bliss on repeat. I wish I could sing along in this deafening bell tower,
A choir of my fellows is not far away to join in serenade.
But in a flash, it’s over.
Intuition provides all the sense one could need to go somersaulting
Into a circumstance beyond your wildest dreams.
A sudden trip to Shakespeare’s Globe,
A drum circle on the bank of the Thames lit up by fire-spinners,
An explosive street fight between gangs of different sweatshirt colors.
And that’s just one night of being tapped into the flow, with as many more to come as I have beats in my heart.
“How can I build this all up if my surroundings fill me with feelings like additional luggage to unpack?
In a nibble’s fraction of my inability to comprehend the universe around me,
I fail to comprehend the totality of life on Earth- in America, Massachusetts, Amherst or No Bro.
So I thank the air that chooses to bend”