Nothing lost

Bits of scripture remembered

out of context

(there are no deserts here)

and an online shopping cart

full of books, bras, and bangles

to offset the feeling

of rushing down the stairs

three at a time with little fear,

just like at 13 when I was almost done

growing and yet nowhere near grown.

Who knew if the danger would come

from outside or within?

Movement was the default.

Heading anywhere with no sense

of direction is terrifying.

Today, I am just where I am.

I rushed for almost 30 years

and did I ever get anywhere?