February 05, 2013
Fortune, ME Newsletter, Vol. 6, Issue 6
Celebrating a rarity; startling good news.
For so long, aimless; moving makes it harder to be found.
It’s odd to have arrived by ceasing the search.
As if by standing still, straight lines have a chance to converge; radiating an inward flow.
Truly, I was only hoping to not be worse off; validity was unexpected.
Suddenly roots, and running in place, for another 15 years seems the way to go.
Making a nice quiet life for myself, not much different from the one I have now, just ... different.
Justifiably believing I am a remarkable achiever; rising in phoenix fashion.
Banking bittersweet tears; the reality of good fortune morphs into a real let down.
I would have called out “celebrate with me!” to too many; gone now
Emotionally tight, barely whispering: a feather-light wish on a cold winter night.
The shimmering wind breathes it in, and slowly answers back: with
Echoes of sweet smiles and crackling sparkle-lit eyes;
therein lies true fortune.
Posted by jaselin at February 5, 2013 08:13 PM