There is a moment when I am lost
and I am certain that I will never find my way again,
that I will circle till morning, till evening, till dark,
on the spot where I have found myself rooted,
when the world shifts sideways and makes itself new,
and I see through the blurring of all my pent-up fear,
my fear of changing from the things I’ve known to the things I’m headed towards,
my fear of never being found,
that the world is beautiful, and bright with life.
And I forget, for a moment, my lostness, my fright,
and I forget that I do not know what I’m doing
and I forget to make myself think about things I think matter,
and I forget to be afraid of the days still to come,
because the world is beautiful, and bright with life,
and so many places to go.
Perissology and Peradventure 