How do i serve?

you might find me whimsical
or wanderlust
or fractured and a bust
forcing a rhyme on a dime
or taking the easy peasy street

that is not me.

you might read a description i wrote
with a lengthy, dated timeline,
but i am not in those steps, nor in those
actions of my past.

i am here.

you might wander in the dark
tracing the light’s reflection on the
water.

here, you will find me, choppy and mobile
but as clear as the shine of light.

And, i am partly caught in the crabbers net
some fishing line in my hair,
because i’ve been swimming so long, long
in this selfdom, kingdom sea

still, i am here.

a mashup of experiences
a true, live human
living in the flicker of light
called a dream.

still, i serve.

lost, imperfect, easily disagreeable

still, i serve.

long ago, i wanted to be pretty and respectable, and now,
i’m rushing about the house, trying to figure out
how to show you that i have all the same
parts as you, hidden in the folds of my
awareness.

how i am outside and naked and clueless,
and still worthy of you.

Ka Malana©2018

12 thoughts on “How do i serve?

  1. lost, imperfect, easily disagreeable / still, i serve. This reminds me that we don’t have to be perfect. It is much better to be real, to persevere. This poem feels very real.

  2. Beautiful, Ka! I loved the image of “hidden in the folds of awareness” and most of all the presence of you, with us, right here in the hustle and bustle and rustle of everyday life…

    Peace
    Michael

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