(Pic by Amanda – accidental photographer, scientist, friend)
.
.
Without warning –
Freedom.
It comes upon me now and then
And once again I am inspired.
Can it be true that this is mine…
… All of this, to do with,
As I please?
Without warning –
I realise.
That my actions are not just my own
And someone else feels the ripple,
Of my discarded truth, or
Half hearted attempt –
To make it right.
Without warning –
Life.
I want it like my morning coffee –
With sugar.
I want it with a crust –
Like humble pie.
I want it with the occasional static.
Without warning –
It’s gone.
And I never said I’m sorry –
To that guy at the grocery store,
Or that woman in the picture theatre.
To that dog I didn’t pat.
To those friends that never gave up –
On me.
