Crazy

O. K. 

Breathe. 

Maybe you were right

I am crazy. 

But the stars still align 

In a velvet night sky

Twinkling on the hopeless

Teasing and taunting the troubled.

That is crazy. 

Or when a high noon sun

Pulls dreamers closer

On empty highways

Til it disappears

Into a burning distance

That is crazy. 

And when birds 

Would rather nestle 

Between frosty branches

Of a below-freezing winter

Than fly north.

That is crazy. 

It is a constant.

A repetitious cycle of

On off on off

Faith and strange choices. 

It is not crazy,

It is ambition.

It is a drive to not settle 

For leftover meatloaf,

But instead find a cafe

In a peaceful corner

Of this chaotic world. 

It is waking up an hour early

Just to inhale 

The first spring day 

Without slush on the ground.

It is not crazy.

I am not crazy. 

I am inspired

To let in

An unseen world

Of love.