I am alive with lucid memories
That are mere moments
Of my future, ribboned sequences
Of the pure enactment of miracles
The little crazy buzz
Of kindness, the gift of giving
The altruism principle, in full bloom
Flowering of big-sky belonging
I am alive with the joy-in-chaos
Of hours stretched to the bottom
Of every corner, every error, deployed
Like sentinels of the state-of-wonder
Fresh like cinnamon roses-buds
Moving colors of wispy vanilla
Chocolate resplendent autumns
I am alive to the best of the world
Where harvests come from strange occurrences
And accidents lead me to love
The old jewel box by the side of the road
Where you smiled at me
And changed me forever.
Wuji Seshat 
Love this, the whole poem, but the last stanza in particular was a wonder all of its own. ๐
Thank you! Yes I tend to do well with closings of poems, or so I’ve been told.
Nothing wrong with that, particularly when it is done as artfully as you have! ๐
“Where harvests come from strange occurrences” — love the whole poem, but that’s my favorite line ๐
Hey Jason, it’s really helpful to me when people point out their favorite lines. Thanks for the feedback ๐