I am a what’s next girl
for better …
It is something I am equally proud
While delighted in every new
light (and sometimes too bright)
I also cannot settle
Is it an asset?
Am I curating curiosity?
Or chasing the thrill
of a thread that never ends?
Am I incomplete somehow?
Or … somewhere?
And does it matter if I’ll never know?
My heart throbs with an urgency
to run and build and learn
My mind spins with a frantic need
to pray and meditate and understand that I never will
I want answers
but find they matter less than my questions
I want to get there
but not as much as I want to explore
and back again
I come and go
inside and outside
skipping stones across my imagination
and feeling the ripples in reality,
until only one question remains –