Yes, I am all over the place—
but I’m not an utter disgrace.
All that chatter about me
being so scattered
doesn’t phase me,
hasn’t shattered me.
I take no umbrage—
rather good advantage
of my dissemination
designation,
make of it sprinkles
on a long, luscious éclair.
I just love expanding horizons
to be and feel
here-there-everywhere.
I am my own world.
I’m global— but not by their definition.
Differently, I have such dimension.
I am clearly all over the place
with a sound mind.
that wanders and wanders.
Perhaps, I spread myself too thinly
but I get over this
Reboot and carry on and on.
I’m all over the place
physically here in the flesh
pulsating in my current place
but also my heart is
in San Francisco, in Cusco,
and too in Timbuktu…
and my heart, as well as
my mind and soul,
is there with you,
where you are
whether near or far
and eternally.
This poem has a strong voice, you sound in control of your life.
Love this poem! I feel all over the place too!