Life as Improv

Years in coming

but seen now

in spurts

is that the dance of divine

(just everything

as far as we can see and smell and lick)

is my play dough queendom,

when I arrive at the preschool table

equipped with my able hands

and lively visions.

i sit with my boisterous classmates

and we build the world

side by side

in tiny chairs.

We take potty breaks

and breaks for snacks,

but we eventually learn

to make every moment

holy with our attention.

We have freedom to not,

but also pointing toward,

the serious task of staying loose

with wisdom

to never marry

any moment

nor mourn the loss

of any joy.

Courage is gathering

for holy sleep

and holy tea

and holy walks

and holy talks with plants and chocolate and blankets

and traffic noise and headaches, too,

holy holding still

holy inner smile

bowing for what is here

seen through eyes that work

and a brain that can decipher,

for now,

and a tongue that can stop moving

until the words arrive.

Tags: Creativity, Living in the Moment, Poetry, Self Love