Curiosity

somewhere a flake of white snow fell
it touched upon my heart and melted
I could not tell if it was my heart or the snow
Its curious eyes stared into my soul
I could only reply in bare honesty.
I hope to tell my life story
all of its flaws and meanings
and I want to listen to it
where it came from
and what it has seen.
it would be a good long night
listening to stories.

10.4.2023

Curiosity

early morning, I read a note by an erudite:
“curiosity is the key.”
it sparked a notion I deliberately obscured.
curiosity is unforgiving, yet a graceful path
it has taken many and then given me much
perhaps life is too short for it.
yet, it dances in the universe to make life alive.
I am convinced for now,
it is a way of life worth living.

3.16.2023