Watching you
make the impossible
look effortless,
as if all this
were an extension
of your mind.
An idea
once thought,
becomes and action.
And everything happens
in perfect time.
So strange
to have known you
when you were
a fuck-up,
just like me.
Struggling
to find your feet
on the sidewalk.
Slipping in and out of
miseries.
Now,
you seem to have found
a flow-state.
A place where you exist
within,
without.
You create
as easily as thinking
and never seem
to wrestle
with your doubts.
I see you
and I remember
who you were,
and now,
knowing who you are.
I never thought
that anybody like us
would ever
have come so far.
But here you are,
movement
looking effortless.
Doing important things,
at least
that’s what they say.
We were once
kindred in our sorrows,
but you
took another way.
I’m not bitter,
and I’m not disappointed
in how things
turned out
on their own.
you’ve been chosen
to be the searchlight
that guides
all of us lost ships home.
DJR – 2022
