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