All summer long I followed the shade,

And now, for fall I follow the Sun,

Which makes no sense to anyone

But doodlebugs and one-legged ducks,

But the circles I swim are lucky and free,

And my hope is that I'm swimming with something synchronistically.

I feel like I am,

Because I have swam alone before

And this feels different.

And maybe it's good that I can't see what it is I'm swimming with.

It might scare me to know

What a big soul has chosen me

As its partner,

And I might have to face myself

And accept my greatness without apology.

Now before you scoff and write this off as a boast,

Can you accept the greatness that is in you

Without making any excuses,

Or saying how sorry you are

For shining so well?

Well, can you?

-jenn