Rolling in the routine

I work in waves
I roll my wings in dust and stand up
I jump shy but often
I hate routine, yet I have a million of them.
I innovate my life each day
I don’t know myself
I love discovering my passions and taking time to change them
My I is not defined but shaped at each bump of the way
I choose.

Thank you 2019

I raise my cup of bubbles

To this year of unveilings in the dim light.

I toast to my hand that

Never stopped pointing the finger

And drawing question marks.

I encircle my family

And the kind words it is made of.