When the world is turning left, I look right.
When it’s waltzing, I tango.
I do them well. Just not always in rhythm.
I’m great at a party, if I’m engaged.
Otherwise, I sit and observe.
I do that well, too.

When the world is laughing, I cry.
When it’s being loud, I make quiet.
I do them well. Just not at the right time.
I’m a good friend, if I’m focused.
Otherwise, I’m thinking of other things.
I do that well, too.

When the world is flying by too fast, I walk.
When it’s crawling, I peddle faster.
I do them well. Just slightly out of sync.
I’m great to talk to, if I’m listening.
Otherwise, I’m at peace watching ants crawl.
I do that well, too.

Do I always feel comfortable in my skin? No
Do I see beauty where there is blight, and,
discomfort, when I could be smiling? Sometimes.
Yet, I know who I am. And, why.
Am I easy to live with? Yes, fairly often.
Otherwise, I’m always searching for another question.
I do that well, too.

I am a poet.

~chowilawu~