why do we worry of others
when if it was us we would
think it a great adventure?
a dream,
a bucket list to cross off -
an opportunity to live like
in the movies. to stand for
something. to move towards
something, to be something
that is not safe. i worry. i do.
i would not worry about me
each moment for me would be an expectation
of life unfolding, rapids....
conquered. each a movement
of extreme living: what is it
about love that makes us worry
the very circumstance that makes us feel alive
