All The Things

See,
we don’t always make
the
room,
the
childish divides, or
collisions we
intend
to spread in place
to
understand
all
the things that
matter.
We
stumble forward,
into
the looseness
of
the wind,
fearless, and without
the frailties
of yesteryear.
If we’re
so
fortunate,
we
get to simply
become
all
of the things
we’ve
desired
for so
long,
and like most
things
that fall
inward,
we are
just
there,
admiring our steps
as
they
were meant
to
be the entire
time.

M.C. Davis