[I got this email today. have you ever had a poem written for, and about, you? I haven't. until today. it meant a lot. thought I'd share.]

Sometimes you meet people or a blessed to find a person that you think you know. It is easy and natural and kind in it’s smoothness. This is what I think I know of you:

You fall in love too easily like Sarah Vaughn,
You fall in love too fast.
You fall in love too hard like Billie Holiday,
For it to ever last.
You fall in love with the swoop of a curve,
The sound of a voice,
The beauty in the etchings of time.
Fall deeply for the strum of an instrument at a master’s fingers,
The newness of a life beginning,
The dirtiness of things survived time and man.
Fickle like the wind your attention drawn to find the beauty in what many deem the mundane.
Soft and hard, molded after Zephyr, coming in from the west- curious and fervent and bold.
You touch everything you see,
You taste everything you smell
You grasp everything that appeals to your ears.
Childlike you wonder and are filled with wonder.
The world is your palace and you explore it with the appetite of the gods- savoring each moment and never completely filled- desiring more and more.
Even when your bones are weary and your mind restless you still yearn for what other magics and marvels and miracles are yet to be opened up to you.
Search and find, search and find, search and find.
You find and still search for what? You do not know,
But it is a drug,
And you are a junkie,
Looking for your next fix.
You find it in the arms of a woman- supple and soft
You find it in the spices of a new culture- overwhelming spices that make your eyes water and your nostrils flare and your mouth salivate
You find it in the small moments- cool grass between your toes, the wind in your hair, the sun kissing your skin when no one is there
But it’s fleeting and lonely and beautiful.
Search and find, search and find, and search and search and search.
You smile and are seemingly content.
But in the quietness of the hours,
When the stars shine down on you,
When your belly is full of the richness the earth provides,
When your head is nestled in it’s pillow,
Your heart screams to the heavens-
Fill me full,
Gorge me with wisdoms and secrets,
Show me the darkest darkness
The brightest light
The most stunning beauty
The bitterest heartache
The sweetest kindness
Never contented because you only content in the moment.

I won’t finish this because I don’t want it to seem like I truly know you and may perhaps offend you. This is just something that I see in you and I could be completely wrong.

[Kimberly Barteau]