At 33,
I think I get the basics
My face is fatter
But it was always too skinny
I still have a stubborn turn in my head
But I see a new kindness in the eyes
Maybe I still have the chance to be wise
One, far to come
Greying light of a day.
Yes, I think I'm getting the gist
My relationship status is still a pendulum
Weighted with expectations
But I have two thoughtful and open-hearted nieces
Who stretch my tired and joy wary mind
And jam wonderment
Back into vocabulary.
I still think
There's something bigger that makes the world go round
Some churning velvet fire
Of our compassion for one and another
And at 33
I finally want to help stoke it.