Sometimes it's a consuming fire within me,
that wants air, reaches for the outside,
wants to take things and turn them
into light and heat and satisfaction
Sometimes it's gardening,
the cleaning and the cutting and the directing
and the watering and the waiting
and the enjoying
Sometimes it's a reign,
where I am the Sovereign
and I delight in Radiance to work
alongside my subjects.
Sometimes it's a curling shot,
taking something already in motion
and on me is the work of smoothing out
its path to completion.
Sometimes it's a machine,
that I daily operate and maintain and debug
sometimes hitching on silly small reasons,
sometimes during huge refactors.
Sometimes it's a story,
that while doesn't have me as the hero,
it has me as the protagonist,
the unerring point-of-view,
while the world always takes care
to accommodate me narratively.
Sometimes it is a statue,
which all I can do
is admire and marvel at.
Sometimes it's like a picture in my head
rich enough for me to get lost in,
like a pointillism painting
where every dot had something to say,
and yet, there are shapes in it
that exit the contours, alluding,
alluring,
and when I paint that into the physical,
someone else would come,
put their own picture that they also painted
side-by-side with mine,
find that the borders match,
and that the result is a greater view,
a grander tapestry,
more complete, yet hinting yet more,
a revelation of both new insight and new promise,
attracting us to find yet more matching
puzzle pieces.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 3:56 AM UTC
Sometimes it's a consuming fire within me,
that wants air, reaches for the outside,
wants to take things and turn them
into light and heat and satisfaction
Sometimes it's gardening,
the cleaning and the cutting and the directing
and the watering and the waiting
and the enjoying
Sometimes it's a reign,
where I am the Sovereign
and I delight in Radiance to work
alongside my subjects.
Sometimes it's a curling shot,
taking something already in motion
and on me is the work of smoothing out
its path to completion.
Sometimes it's a machine,
that I daily operate and maintain and debug
sometimes hitching on silly small reasons,
sometimes during huge refactors.
Sometimes it's a story,
that while doesn't have me as the hero,
it has me as the protagonist,
the unerring point-of-view,
while the world always takes care
to accommodate me narratively.
Sometimes it is a statue,
which all I can do
is admire and marvel at.
Sometimes it's like a picture in my head
rich enough for me to get lost in,
like a pointillism painting
where every dot had something to say,
and yet, there are shapes in it
that exit the contours, alluding,
alluring,
and when I paint that into the physical,
someone else would come,
put their own picture that they also painted
side-by-side with mine,
find that the borders match,
and that the result is a greater view,
a grander tapestry,
more complete, yet hinting yet more,
a revelation of both new insight and new promise,
attracting us to find yet more matching
puzzle pieces.