a little jig with the birds

I took all my why’s and what for’s one day

and threw em like confetti out the window

fluttering and cutting through the air

they just fell to the ground as the wind

picked up and the cars and people

mulled through the day dragging with them

my black confetti underfoot and tire

picking at em like stuck gum

confused in chaos

I watched just for a little as they disappeared

and the crowds dispersed with the morning

afternoon and night till all was quiet again

all but me shaking my unchained head

and doing a little jig with the birds.

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Sitting

Sit with yourself a while.

Sit with yourself a long, long while.

Sit until it hurts to sit any longer.

And it’s there you’ll find

who, what, where, when, and why

you are who you are.

It’s there too

you’ll find who you aren’t.