I never expected to find a torn napkin
somewhere on a beach and start to write
layers of thoughts coming from a locked box
only the wind could understand
pulling me into a magnetic field of consciousness
that would change my life
I never expected to become a poet
just in time before falling into a recliner
no longer a long stemmed rose
life worn on my face
a different kind of legacy
born and penned out of need
all the possibilities stirring within
an envelope mailed to me
I decided to open it
roar and howl
a reinvention I never expected
