Recreation of the Heart

There is something about 25
they say that’s the age you look the best
I say it’s the age I feel the best
the best I’ve felt in all my years

At 25
difficulty and sadness and joy and happiness just
come and they go
like friends and lovers

There is no such thing as a perfect day
but I will make sure to
worship the Maker while am breathing
for all the small things
my cat curled up in my sweater
I like to think she knows its mine
a woman who is beautiful and doesn’t seem to know it
maybe we’d be friends…

Now that I am 25
no more days
wasted on failure
I will give it to God
and move on

No more precious hours with my friends, my husband, my family
lost
to my mind’s wanderings
I will be here
I will be present
I will try
to pay attention to you
and love what I see

I’m going to stop wishing for another home
and like
with the stains on the carpet
the mice
the fact that it isn’t mine

It isn’t mine.
This world isn’t mine.