Please, Don’t Wait
Dearest of friends,
people I will never meet or know:
Please, don’t wait.
Don’t wait for the “right” moment
(whatever that flippin means)
to be caring and kind and full of splendor.
Don’t wait for someone to give
you approval for who you are
in this magnificent and heartbreaking world.
Don’t wait for all the stars to align
before you make good on the promise
to live a good life.
Don’t wait to do the thing,
whatever the thing is.
Don’t wait to tell that gal or dude
that you’re wild about them,
even – and especially – if you’ve
been partnered with that gal or dude
for hundreds of years.
Don’t wait to roll up on a crowd
of gathered people and extend your heart,
like an open palm waiting to be filled
with something you never want to let go of.
Don’t wait to move in the direction
of a calling only you can hear and feel.
Don’t wait to start.
Waiting is death
To wait is to die:
tomorrow, next year, decades down the line,
– a poem, penned by me, just now