I Am a Poem

This life is a poem.

No matter how far we go,

No matter who we know,

No matter how often we have everything catch on fire around us,

It’s a poem.

It’s a poem where we begin as something,

And we get stretched moment by moment over time —

Stretched without knowing,

Stretched without noticing.

One day we realize that we were the canvas,

And every moment life painted another stroke,

Another dot,

Another poke,

Stitch by stitch like a tapestry,

We come alive.

It twists and mulls us until we surrender.

It grabs and pulls us until we find an answer in something greater than ourselves.

And I don’t know about you,

But it teaches me to believe in that thing more than anything else.

To trust in it and thank it while my world burns all around me.

And in that moment of smoke dust on the horizon,

In that moment where a thousand hours of effort

Get whisked away like the breeze gently blowing

The dandelion seeds away during a distant sunset —

I am stretched.

I am growing.

I am alive.

And I am a poem.

And this poem is so beautiful.

So beautiful.

The moments create a scenery like none I could ever imagine on my own.

Almost like it was all perfection.

Almost like it was all made just for me.

Almost like, without this poem,

We would be nothing…

And I sit here in gratitude,

In deep knowing,

In deep understanding.

And I am a poem…