The Shortest Distance

Initially, I had a strong intention
wrapped up in the immensity of lessons learned while lounging
in my shimmering bath, my corral

and burst befuddled bang
here
into a smallness, a pocketed hand,
dearth measured in wanting rather than knowing,
but grew to marvel over those who could
live palm up.

How ‘bout those who skipped this step
and laddered to wholeness.
I eventually wanted that too
in the strictest form of wanting

wanting
walked with me in the park
swam miles purring and biting
glittering starved, my first real “I do”
choosing only what I could see

again and again.
But sight changes and colors sing at scarcity
through an open heart.
Doors open doors,
making what was wanted, what is now held.