State Of Unknowing

The Knowing


So much there, look, you are 32,
There is more person now than before.
More life in your smile, more moods
You are careering outwards

Do you know what you worry for?
A lost conversation? What was it
That you didn’t quite hold?
Is it that you were only ever almost fully you?

Beautiful, beautiful, 32
There is wonder in you now.
That thing you dragged though all these years
Waits on on shapes you recognise
To finally heave in.