It Is a Gift

There is change in the air.

I have wallowed too long in

the land of what if, indulging in

fear of fear, clay feet

that mire the mind;

But today I feel good for no particular reason

ready to forget what I’ve learned

since what I learned was not to trust most people

or myself, that much.

Today I reveal my inner teenager,

the one who doesn’t know she can’t;

who believes that if she can think it,

she can do it, just maybe . . .

It isn’t anything special, this feeling,

just a lightening of the spirit

a chance to wonder if . . .

I wonder where it came from

but it doesn’t really matter

It is a gift, just for today.

©2008 Donna Jo Wallace.