Some days. Unexpected beauty. Takes me by surprise. In my email inbox. Was this poem. From a friend. Who has recently undergone a couple of brain surgeries for what she deems in good humor her "bloody brain." She says there are changes. Chief among them, she says, is CRS (can't remember shit). On the up side she has the urge to write poems. Curious. And here is her gift. To me. And I am grateful. Because it captures. Who. I. Am.
Stories of traveling the globe.
Kindred spirits. All over the world.
Starry eyed. High ideals.
An open mind.
Eagerly anticipating. What lies ahead?
A strong woman. Needing space.
Living life to the fullest.