An Interruption 

My mind was new; thoughts young, 

When she pushed through the door, 

A ripple in my water.

A calm spirit drew me in, 

She approached me.

“Who are you?” 

In her eyes, I see the outline of a small stream

The stream has chaos and the stream has serenity.

It recognizes the wise and greets the new, 

I stare off for a while, wondering where its end will lead, 

Slip, drip, fall down, 

if I trip I know I would drown,

So I begin the comfortable journey around it, 

Until she takes my hand. 

She avoids the carved out path, jumping through the water, 

Unnatural, untamed, out of place. 

The ripples break the surface tension 

An interruption, a disturbance:

Her. 

And Ie, following closely. 

Who are we?  

She is perfect imperfection, an unapologetic presence, 

judged by those barred from the pleasure of an interaction. 

One

is all it takes to fall in love 

with her. 

She is the intimidating lesson, 

The path left untouched, 

So bold, and so hard to ignore, 

I hope she stays forever. 

And although it should not, 

the stream flows with her, 

guides her every step, 

as if she were an old acquaintance, 

Something I hope to become. 

I am without her hand, 

off her path, 

out of her stream, 

And still, my steps all lead back to her, 

My best friend, my worst enemy, 

My teacher, My guide, 

The new visitor in life, 

She’s my favorite thing.