The first poem I wrote on April 1st, 2021 was sometime past midnight and I was drunk. My handwriting was so sprawling that I can barely make it out.
Now let me be clear, the last time previous to this that I can remember being drunk like that – I mean the kind of drunk where you reach for the hallway wall and openly proclaim, “Shit, I’m drunk!” was almost 30 years ago.
These days I explore my road less taken. It has been there all along. I’ve cleared back some of the overgrowth and I find wonder there.
I feel maybe I’m on a quest!
A quest to love myself
Honestly
Openly
Passionately
Freely
To speak my beautiful Given truth that’s not even mine but speaks through me
And if that means getting drunk once every 30 years or so and laughing and writing about this moment on this adventure,
Then cheers to the road ahead!