All the tabs are open
All my intentions a-light with desire
Light a match, set a fire
I burst into action.
I want to do all the things,
there are lists
and scraps of paper laying about
And nothing seems less important in this moment than any other.
Stacks of books on a bedside table
Online courses falling by the wayside
More passwords forgotten
than things I recall signing up for.
I might have a problem.
Too much fire
Too much spark
Too much tendency
To make work for myself
And call it growth.
This is a lie, of course.
This exuberance that shimmers like the haze off hot asphalt pursuing the middle distance of a horizon
to just as many grand and uncomplicated realities
as it does to fantastic imaginings.
Where would I be without this unwavering fire which demands I step lightly,
Into the person I’ve always thought I could be,
And never once wasn’t.