I didn’t know this was going to happen. But I wrote a poem today. Last night was a big opening at my building of artists, and the last opening for friend and fellow artist and art advocate, Wug Laku. He’s venturing out on his own. I was inspired to write about my own journey. I’m thrilled every day to be here, even when I’m sad.
World Geek
I am
enthralled with this world
pregnant with its possibilities.
Deep in wells of blue
sirens beckon.
“Beyond her limited means,” they whisper, embarrassed for me.
But I’ve already set off.
Left base camp at dawn, totally unprepared.
But journeying still.
Fast slow fast fast slow.
The joke is
I’m doing it anyway.