I think curiosity may be holy…

I think curiosity may be holy…
Colors and scents and flavors…
Proud, free motion…
Serene, powerful acts of kindness.

I scratch it with my nails…
Understand, I have control of nothing…
Wonder about the glitter surrounding the moon…
If I can jump across the Grand Canyon.

There’s so much going on that I’m unaware of…
Curiosity allows me to see…
Sometimes I need to approach it with quiet footsteps…
Sometimes I have to pounce on it like a lion.

All around me there are curious looks…
I wonder if they are curious about me…
Now the roles are reversed…
It’s okay, my life is an open book.

I pray that I can always be curious…
Often realizing that there is never an end to understanding…
Curiosity leads me to adventure…
And adventure keeps me young.

I love you,

Annie