I am me 🙂

I never knew
who me was
in terms
other than
mother, wife, worker
and when it came to the crunch
I was lost and alone
grasping at straws
seeking for substance
unsure of my place
or my worth
but step by step
I found myself
my passions
my contentment
making pictures
with words
and camera
observing nature
looking close
and deep
into this world
and into me
and when I wasn’t looking
love found me
this new me
this real me
and our love
is truer
and deeper
a sacred simplicity
imperfect perfection
and as the old life
draws to a close
there is no trace of sadness
only joy
in the newness
of me
and you
and us


IMG_0690Sometimes I feel
Like an arty farty fraud
Looking wonderingly at
The shapes of leaves
The way the light hits
The arch of a stem
The emotions evoked by a flower
The thrill of contrast of bee against pink petals
All with this new photographer’s eye
I don’t even know the right words for
Art & culture yet I am
Composing poetry as I walk
I’m an imposter in this world
Of photographs and poetry
Yet it was aways there inside
Smothered under a pillow of practicality
but now I am finding myself
I am blossoming out
And I like who I am