Here It Is

The never being good enough. The always falling short. The handle in the door without the foot in its place.
Standing, playing extended intentions, yet not a full stanza.
Wanting to be complete.
A finished work of
fine art.
Each hair placed strategically for the pose of perfect grace captured.
One moment of bliss lasting an eternity.
I long to sing again, full of who I
am.
Not watch it on TV like it was beyond my capacity, clapping for what could have been. Who am I?
Continually birthing the possibility never coming to
reality.
The music and the beauty.
Rocking a child in my arms. The
naked truth of calling you, my beloved,
into form, to walk with me through
these norms and jump off the expected
sense of partnership and progress to
leap into infinite potential creating
all of what could be dolphin rainbow
ignite hole through escape the one
embraced trap and find the
infinite multitudes of amazing.