For me

I've got half a mind to sit and meditate on every feather flowing past me on my mid-day walks

and half a mind to forget I've got a mind. 

The dense polarity between making sense of every side-mouthed smile and knowing the impermanence

of each moment. Life is happening to me faster than I can lay it out in my journals. 

My brain is withered and wise. Broke, but absent of cynicism. 

My heart is a new born child. Reaching but unaware of the aim of her grasp. 

The Earth finds a new axis.

I saw a bluebird today and I thought it was just for me. Is it selfish to perceive the world in such a self-tailored way? Let me be selfish, then. Let me find solace in believing each pushing and pulling of ocean current is a hello and consequent goodbye directed to me and me alone.