I am not a hand-covered giggle…
I am a low, husky, evil-coated chuckle.
I am not a soft-petaled rose, dainty & fragrant.
I am a dandelion, feral, rugged, considered by some a weed, by some a flower, & by some just a pest. But I am nearly impossible to eradicate, have a zillion purposes & manage to find ways to pop up everywhere I want to, & some places that seem impossible. I am ninja that way.
I am not a 4-star restaurant, catering to the rich & famous, with French cuisine, linen napkins & tiny servings of impossible to pronounce foods.
I am a Mom&Pop diner, serving comfort food, barely making ends meet, serving meals to homeless folks on a picnic table out back when I get a free minute, because I can’t stand to see hungry faces.
I am not an average day at the beach. (ha-ask around, the laughter will tell you)
I am a slow wander through a darkened forest, with a very high chance of getting lost, because there is no path to follow. But then…there are all those interesting places to find, too…
I am not a light beer to be chugged, because you want to finally get to second base with that blonde…
I am that dark, smoky bourbon you’ve been dying to sip, slowly, decadently, all evening, next to the fire.
I am not a coy, flirtatious sidelong glance, eyes lowered quickly away…
I am the frank appraisal, genuine appreciation and eyebrow lifted.
I am not water-cooler small talk, or office gossip.
I am the thoughtful pause before the insight.
I am not a young thing, any longer, but that does not preclude me from being vital.
I am deeper, richer, far more now than I ever was back then.
I contain multitudes, universes, infinities, within me now, that did not exist then.
I am so much more than I was…
You should see me now…..
But you won’t
Because you have your eyes closed.