That I Would Be Good

There is no containment of emotion

A journey looming 

Epic time: an epopeya

On a pedal

But no longer repeating myself 

Born to bloom

There are ripples and jiggles 

In the stomach it's all wiggles

A route undiscovered 

The Old Continet at night in a tent

Will I be robbed? 

Will I be attacked? 

Will I be run over by a truck? 

Life as it happens 

A new project into the unexpected 

The risk of testing the body

Of elevating a commitment

Of taking on the challenge of celebrating 30

 

How do you raise knowledge of what thirty means? 

How do you capture the craft of living three decades? 

Of the evolution of sounds heard and of friendships felt? 

Of love never felt and the void of no drawer sharing space?

How do you account for the primary makers of you who have dissipated? 

How do you thanks the ones who remain? 

It rocks like thirty

It smells like thirty 

How do you do single out three learnings? 

How do you allow yourself to more love making? 

How do you pause to claim that what you are is what you want? 

A virgin? Always 

A guru? No longer 

A rocker? Yes please

What 30 accounts is just rapid living 

Growth into own for many and for most of us decoupling

Of what we once were and what we now are 

We are young 

We are stronger 

I want a broken heart 

Known present 

I want to craft a master piece 

30 for 30