Spy On Beauty

as none has spied on it yet.

When the worries in my head fall out of my ears, I can live a quiet life.

When the ticking clock stops burrowing into my skin.

When I’m undisturbed.

When I’m okay,

When people show me who they are, and I believe it.

When the pounding in my head stops.

When I can cry.

When I can sit back.

When I can make what I know I can make.

When I can be the man I’m meant to be (?)

When I understand it doesn’t matter.

When I live by it, too.

When wrinkles become style.

When I know what to say.

When time defeats all.

When shadows turn to light.

When the world becomes enough for a person looking for more.

When I am who I am.

When I don’t care who I can be, despite the knowledge of more, of less, of anything.

When—

Or,

Now.

Now I shall spy on beauty as none has spied on it yet.

Now I shall cry out as none has cried out.

Now I shall try what none has tried.

Now I shall do what none has done.¹

Now,

I shall be.

And I shall know,

that, that—

is enough.