Wait Not

If the chance to live appears—
in the tilt of a sunlit face,
or the way the wind speaks secrets
through the trees—
do not wait.

If joy comes stumbling in,
awkward and out of place,
let it.
Hold it like a child
who knows no better than to laugh
at the unimportant things.

Let your heart open
like the first bloom of spring,
wild and unafraid of the coming cold.
Do not apologize for joy,
even when the world
tells you to hush.

Take this life in both hands,
and pour it out
over everything you love,
over everything that loves you back.
This world was never meant
to be a quiet thing.

So, do not wait—
love now,
before it forgets
how to find you.