Glory Days

He’s heading for Colombia

where I had a grand adventure

and he listens, eyes shining 

with the rapt vision

only a ten-year-old brings

to the planet.  He asks,

when was this?

And I count back 40 years.

I can see his calculations

spinning in a nebulous attempt

— his mother wasn’t even born

yet — and he finally exclaims

a sincere goal for me to regain

happiness, you should go back! 

I neglect to say

in an alternate

universe, I am living

in Esmeraldas, a cottage

industry of black coral jewelry

with treasures I pluck

from the sea.  Bartering beauty

with fleeting tourists,

feeding the local children

with stories under the stars

of wildly different constellations

in the southern hemisphere.

Today I see myself 

in his open heart

and that child emerges

ready to change the world

with one loving step

right now, constellated 

in all of my layers

throughout my lineage.

He’s right, it’s never

too late, so I go back

and take her hand,

fill with her innate

greatness, breathing in

and out, vibrating alive.

Inspired by:  Nebulous, Goal, Adventure, Cottage.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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