I Was Small

I think I’m living now. I think you’d be proud of me, I was waiting all this time to tell someone about something I’m doing, and not another idea of something I think I might do. I’m so full of hobbies I forgot to start. I’m so full of heart and heavy delays. Turns out I was living all the time and got so stuck wondering when I was going to start that I started. Blindly, and staring eyeball wide at the secret sun burning down the road ahead. I’m pacing it. The clichés about slowing down. The irony of missing a memory when you’re only worried about what you might be remembered for. I remember a coyote blasting off in the Badlands at a prairie dog. I saw it all, branded in real-time, the coyote was living and I was small. A spectator in the hallway, watching another life living while I waited for mine.