Show Up
Show Up
Last to find myself, lost in a sea
of opportunities that look like
A parade of all the ways I don’t
Belong in the family trilogy,
Not a prodigy, nor point of pride,
Not the first, the booming voice that
moves the masses
Not the next, the off-road racing
hall of famer
The last, not more than a spectator
I chase after “my one thing”
Sprint down many paths,
Wear a million hats
Quit quickly when
Each exploration discovers
Who I’m not
Decades of chasing “it”
Shows me nothing,
Slows my chasing
more somebodies I’m not.
Defeated, I stop
Standing still in my nothing, I
Hear my heart
See my Self
One who’d rather
See what matters than
Be what matters
I feel a rush
More than a child
Standing back-to-back
I outgrow the shade,
I show up
Loving spectator,
Curious explorer
Attentive observer,
Full of courage I see,
Brilliantly clear
Everyone, everywhere
Loving, inspired, witness,
me.
Brooke Summers-Perry, 2022
spark #337