Sometimes I feel like a cactus.
A cactus in the desert
flowering, soaking up
every last drop of moisture
testifying to all who care to hear
that here there is life
there is hope
there is growth
here in the desert
here where I was planted
with purpose
with reason
with intent to thrive
here in this desert.

Sometimes I feel like a cactus 🌵
tenacious
tireless
persistent
just as my maker intended.

The weight of my potential
The heat of what may be
The giddiness of each and every
possibility

The loneliness of greatness
The solitude of win
The intoxication of evening
final victory

I bit my tongue
Spat out the bitter taste of failure
I forced down the bile of defeat
and lived to chew,
to eat another day

And there you are.
But what am I?

You are my sadness
My hope
But mostly my love.

A memory made real.

We have said goodbye before;
so it stands to reason,
we'll say hello again.

So long, darling.

confident embracing failure
comfortable with self-doubt
curious about each bump and scrape
convinced I've found what counts

balancing needs and desires
encountering more than I sought
wondering if it's really about
leaving more than I brought

climbing beyond the summit
flying above the clouds
reaching where I aimed to be
or leastways thereabouts

Help me remember the good things
Help me drink in the view
Help me find both my feet
Help me find my you

Long ago before the world was round
before it grew blue and sprung green
there was no song
no music
and words were flat
with sharp edges and holes
with nothing to fill them.

That was until the hummingbird hummed
and the song-thrush found its voice
and the humans,
who prospered by copying the best ideas,
lied and mimicked and parroted
until something like song
smoothed the edges
and filled the holes
until the world was full
and it's edges round
and music began