Having a life

I may not have realized it,

when my 8-year-old self

pedaled to stay upright on “Blue”

my first bike without the training wheels.

Wasn’t really saying, hey, here was my life,

when Mom and Dad asked my brother and I

which of us do you want to live with.

I chose Dad, as he might need me more.

Then came all that middle stuff,

being used and using, lovers, marriage, career.

A life so busy the steps all played out in never

ending time. Living yet not so much, as doing.

It’s hard to know what you already have.

The expiration date knocks on you,

that it will have an ending in due time.

Life becomes the experience of itself.

Tonight, dancing in the kitchen, half bagged

on wine, while I cook for myself. I need me more.

Clapping, laughing out loud, for the joy of aliveness.

Singing a song to the crows as they fly home.