cnf // twenty-six
marginalia from twenty-six years
for the twenty-sixth time, i have kept my appointment with the wicker man. i have set alight an effigy of the before and began anew; sifting through the charred remains and pocketing what i’ll be taking forward. walking in reverie toward the may day sun, letting the rest singe the old ground.
if twenty-five was a perfect quarter-slice of birthday cake, twenty-six is all that with a little sweetener. a year of additional crumbs on the paper plate, shaken loose by three-hundred-and-sixty-five steps deeper into the thickets and closer to the hearth and home within myself. a walking trail of mediterranean sunshine and a reunion with my freckles / letting my hair grow in every direction and sail in its mixed textures, then rewarding it with fresh sunbeams / relighting and stoking the poetic fires / becoming acquainted with the emerald isle, a regular pendulum visit / putting the missing star in my plough by adorning an heirloom finally made to fit / donning the may queen garland all year round.
i will continue to ramble, in every way– to allow my body and words to wander with instinct and whimsy as their only guides. i will double-lock closed doors and keep my gaze set to the next great expanse. i will trust in the world to sustain me and that sense will come along if not clear from the outset. i will write, read, share, commit and keep moving.
i will wear the crown if i want to.
