Sitting here - it used to be someone else.

But now it’s you

Being all business like

holding the fort like a boss

being the boss of your life

And at 25 why not?!

An epic quarter century

I wonder what made

those stars twinkle?

What flames burnt

and what connetions

made you the woman you are?

Sitting with my neck still crooked

from too much kung fu

from too much of this

doing to be

doing to be

I don’t need to be anything

else

nothing to do.

The only thing I

recognise is the

fire.

This orange red flame

this thing

that burns and gives life

this body that curls

it’s smoked tendrils

away from the candle light

and out into

the wild wonder

in the ocean beyond.