I am alive. And beautiful.
In the scorch of 10am summer sun
In a dented yellow taxi
Stranded at sweating traffic lights.
I am content. And happy.
With happiness only moments can bring
Not a life. Not this life. Not any.
Neither years nor people nor money.
Content to have this body
That I can walk the avenues
Run to perspire
Give birth to life
Hold my children
Read at nights
Write at dawn.
Content to have a soul
That loves to journey
Down all paths of life
So what if they go nowhere
Where are we to go anyway
Except inwards?
Winding forking mingling paths
Will always bring us back
To ourselves.
