Perfect Extrospection
From an Introspective Mind
Moments where I turn my critical eye outward
Usually result in,
At best,
My utter contempt.
At worst,
My self-destruction.
So I have learned what the AA-ers taught me
And found the courage to change the things I can.
What could be more malleable than my own,
Fractious,
Broken,
Turbulent,
Mind?
So I have dedicated years to ruthless
Introspection.
Making myself into a person that while,
I don’t get too chummy with them,
I can stand to occupy the same skin as.
So for the majority of my adult life I have
Turned my eyes in
Looked to myself for answers
For perfect moments of clarity
To change and mold the way that I react,
Adapt,
Change,
Grow.
But sometimes,
In the wee hours of the morning,
When everyone else should be sleeping,
I turn my face to the window.
I look out upon the world,
Gaze into its cold and unfeeling face,
And see,
Nothing,
But
Miracles.
I see the way the dew collects on the grass,
Their little green arms raised to the sun.
To be blessed by this,
Sparkling,
Drop
Of wonder.
I see a person parallel park perfectly the first try.
I see the sun creep over the mountains,
Spilling yellow and gold and pink and perfect warmth
Over a ground too frozen to remember sweating.
I see curls,
I see eyes,
Inquisitive,
Full of love,
Cloyed with sleep.
I see hands,
Calloused so long they have gone smooth,
Reach from under blankets,
To touch my face.
I see strangers helping strangers.
I see protests for love of each other.
I see strength in vulnerability,
And comfort in nakedness.
I see a heady rush of chemicals.
My brain is a lab and here,
We
Do
Science.
But numbers are cold storytellers.
A recitation of facts in the chill air.
There is no romance in dopamine.
There is only love in it’s reception.
About the Creator
Paige Graffunder
Paige is a published author and a cannabis industry professional in Seattle. She is also a contributor to several local publications around the city, focused on interpersonal interactions, poetry, and social commentary.
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