the goodness of being

nothing compares to it —
it is the stickiest, most potent drug
i have ever known —

the full mind-body-spirit-embrace of wanting
life!

to grow life, to bring life
deeply into the world.

i had forgotten what drove me so madly
through my 30s

but this, ah… i remember.

today, as i stare at an immovable, indestructible calendar
written precisely by God
with no help from me

i shrug, romantically.

could i be carrying the start of someone new?
(i think it is good to fall in love
with the goodness of being)

this feeling describes some word beyond hope
that has not yet been written

but has been stamped and adored
on the insides of both men and women

and it’s been true since our eyes were opened

ever since eve
first kissed adam.