Something has been changing inside.
Accruing since the pandemic arrived or sooner.
Burst of change prompted by distanced-visit with friend of 40 years.
Could be new appreciation of accumulated, over 40 and over 70 years, life experiences.
Alive and Well enough to apply those lived-learnings to help forge a better whole,
a better universe,
The statue is crumbling within me.
For so many years, it held rigid̶—
unmoved by pain, death.
Disillusioned friendships and love̶—
yes, mostly love.
To quote Robert Nichols.[i]
Feels good. Something realized—
Could be boost of self-regard, something to let go of,
a needing to learn more, experience more, contribute more,
to a world edging toward new pages.
Tis humbling to attest to unknowing,
glimpsing new courses to embody.
The woman whose last words, “All my life, I thought there was something wrong with me,” resounds:
Not mind, not now.