We get so busy surviving life,
That it’s easy to put what matters most on the shelf,
Waiting for “the right time.”
Waiting for a fresh breath of air,
Instead of the breath we have just now.
“I’ll come back to it later,” we say.
And our collection of “some day” grows.
There’s no better or perfect moments.
Just messy, muddy, imperfect ones.
Shelves are for decoration or storage,
Not for Living.
Thank goodness making mud pies
While taking mud baths
In red clay puddles,
With sprinklers and swings
And a yellow swimsuit, imperfectly ruined
Is one of the best memories ever.
Written 03-27-2017, 12:40am
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