unexpected

I'm just trying to understand
What it is that is making life as it is

How it feels completely necessary to examine the smallest particle
in the knowledge that one small piece
is Beauty.

And how each bit of song moves me to tears.
The taste of sweet and sour.

The stitch in my side that won't go away
and I'm smiling, even when no one is around.
That's the funniest, isn't it?

I'm walking, in the cold.
freezing really
alone.
Yet.
Yet!

I am grinning. foolishly

fleetingly
this passing shadow isn't going to last forever.
I fill my lungs with air
and watch my body move with life
looking at the small burn about my right thumb

Reminder:this is a work in progress.