today at work it’s a zoo. literally. there are animals from the zoo here, and a man who makes gourmet popcorn, and right in front of me, a magician!
the good thing is: he’s very entertaining. kids are howling with laughter. clapping rings through the halls. howling and laughter and merriment.
the bummer is: i can’t see him! i’m out in the hall manning a station and i can HEAR him but not actually SEE him. but really it’s kind of fun, this way i can just IMAGINE all the magical wonderness that is happening.
and since that’s mostly what i do with my life anyway, i couldn’t be happier.
Not always easy being me.
People don’t always get me.
Even my own people.
There’s something about me –
something magic –
That makes kitties want to sit on my
lap for a massage
That makes my team score when I cheer
and lose the game if I leave to go pee.
Something that makes the camel in the
zoo laugh at me and come closer to be
And I can’t change that.
I don’t want to.
Yeah, I’m my father’s daughter.
Yeah, I’m prone to fantasy thinking
and teetering on the border of
reality and insanity.
Yes – I jump in the pool and may
actually drown before I can swim
my way to the oasis.
But this is who I am.
Balls to the wall.
Heart on my sleeve.
Eyes in the sky.
I’m a believer
and a magician
and a lover
I can’t be all that and rational too.