I always felt wrong.

 

I haven’t gone up the ladder of promotion,

the uni-linear path to success and approval.

I don’t have ‘a thing’.

If you ask me what I do,

I don’t know where to start.

If you ask me about my relationships,

I don’t know how to answer.

 

I never know

which bits to choose,

what to put in,

what to leave out.

 

People want a simple answer;

What me to tell them,

reassuringly,

I am a teacher

a mother

a coach.

 

A noun.

 

Fixed.

 

Static.

 

Defined.

 

I think I am more verb.

 

You see,

I have skittered,

rambled,

explored,

nosed,

poked,

meandered,

dabbled,

dreamed,

scrabbled,

bled,

cried,

danced,

laughed,

loved,

hated,

sniffed,

immersed,

pruned,

seeded,

mixed,

died back,

sprung up,

transplanted,

uprooted,

planted,

mulched,

woven,

imagined,

pollinated,

investigated.

 

I am more patchwork polyculture,

multi-potentialite, wild, hedgerow edges,

than mono-cultural field,

 

Thank you Jon Lydon for another great photo.

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