I spend too much time thinking.
Not enough time doing.
I wonder about this world, in ways that don’t fit with my normalised life.
I’d like to be a wonderer, a person paid to just sit and wonder about everything, imagine anything and write and create the whirls of wonder that travel through me.
I also want to wander, like the stray stars.
Deflected from their path, like the hysterical womb.
A wandering wonderer made good.