Generosity

What is life if not generosity?
With the drink and with doubts,
a whole-hearted abandon to the expanse of sadness
letting go
when all your body wants is a tight, inward frugality.

To cut loose from other's eyes,
knowing that you
and you alone
have spent the greatest, most fluid and alive
time with yourself.

Allowing yourself to make mistakes.

To dump money like the paper and abstraction it is,
and to let its weight spread.

What is life if not generosity?
An excess of vulnerability,
in the dark and cold and uncertain places
where you must be patient
if anyone is ever to find you.

Playing your music too loudly.
Overstaying your welcome.
Holding onto that library book after it is due.

Gifting your being to all things that are bright
and compelling
easy and legs wide
limitless.

Generosity, as becoming.
Not born
fully formed and unwilling
but refolded minute by minute
by the sticky hands
held open by love.

What is life if not generosity?
Overuse of the snooze
and an abundance of space
for dreams to roam.