Here I am In Bali, to find a way to say Asante with ease,
In a café, seated, writing like my breath would seize.
Was it a baby’s cry or the milk being whisked?
My soul rebirthed, or was I still child-free and brisked?
Papaya smoothie called me from within,
Weak..
Feeling the child in me, free-d from being seen, thus free from sin.
Wisdom tooth wise, not to ruin the deed, today no tweak
Met the gatherer, not the gladiator, fulfilling my need.
The dancer, not the procrastinator,
As though I rebirthed a new breed,
The entertainer, philosopher, mathematician, all the same theme
Every part of me, before the world came together to humble me.