The most important person in the world

There is no exit

there are so many people in the world
that it comes as such
a sharp surprise, one day, to discover  
the most important person
is me.

one day, one walks through
that portal of total
understanding,
the way in to which
there is no exit.

i see i am the great sieve 
through which all knowledge
falls -- at least that knowledge
which comes my way.
the corner of my eye
seems so crowded.

my dreams are as chaotic
and unachievable as I make them,
same as my silence and 
my fears. my worries
live inside this house
rent free.

flat earthers can most certainly
drive off an edge 
of their own making --
i’m exactly the size 
i believe this box should be.

my dreams are as concentrated
and doubtless as i make them,
same as my voice and 
my hopes. my triumphs
live inside this house
rent free.

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“You are capable of so much more than we usually dare to imagine.”

― Sharon Salzberg

Poem 7 of 31 in the series “The Liminal Season.”

From my fellow writer friend, Kathryn, today’s prompt is the word “portal.” I think I could probably write many poems on this word as it sparked a great many thoughts before I started writing this piece.

The image is a house of mirrors/kaleidoscope pic from a trip to Nashville the Colin and took for a special birthday party. In our free time (when it was pouring rain) we visited the Museum of Illusions, which was silly and fun. More silly and fun is needed.

Here’s Colin: