She is who I want to be
an adventurer, a nomad,
opening each day of life
like a blank page to be filled. ~ June Dowis

Each day is the first day of the rest of life.
Of course, it’s true. A truism. A trite truth.
But how many days do we act as though
we believe it’s true? Are we stuck
in yesterday? Can we really be a nomad today?
Can we live the life of an adventurer?
If we really wanted to, could we? Would we?

I claimed for years I didn’t go out at night
because of another’s wishes, that I didn’t
attend events, that I went to no movies.
Then that person was not around
and I still didn’t. I had lied to myself
and others for years, the blame elsewhere.

Responsibilities hold us in a pattern,
but only so tightly as imagination
lies dormant. Dreams can be reached
stretching past function. But only if we dream.
Only if we accept the consequences.
Only if we overcome fear. Then
I can really be who I want to be.