Stand up straight,
stop overthinking your longing.
That hunger is a part of this human body,
written into our blood like
red and blue tattoos.
Reach for the door, say the things;
don’t ask anyone to make it easy for you.
In fact, when someone makes it hard, say,
Thank you mama! You give my longing a direction,
a channel of challenges through which to carry
this innate bundle of heart-feels.
Feed it with addictions
to things and people and behaviors,
but they won’t take away
is what this life is.
is the contract we made
as water agreeing to stand
in a cloak of flesh
for eighty years
and carry the unseen
into the light.
~ Julia Daye