A few years ago,

well, readily

while listening to something.

perhaps the spirited and melodic

voice of a Garfunkel phrase,

my sister,

she told me about the word passion.

 

I was all of fourteen years old,

hormones raging,

so the thought of a sexual connotation,

freaked me out,

sister speaks of a word,

two of us in tight corners,

Kharmann Ghia traveling down the road,

then she said,

’if you don’t have passion,

you haven’t anything to believe in.’

 

She followed by assuring me,

it meant more than what my body was telling me,

as we rounded the corner

looking over the city,

I suddenly felt comfort,

in knowing my sister,

could allow me to understand

there’s a world out there

just waiting,

always wondering

forever holding keys

to my happiness.

 

On recognizing passion,

I will forever recall the words

my sister shared with me,

that frightening autumn morning,

and today,

I can be self-assured,

I’m still looking,

still wondering,

always hoping,

the artistry,

the human condition,

allows me to lead,

a good life,

one that satisfies a need

to show purpose,

to wander free,

to live and breathe,

by intuition.

 

If I might know passion,

it may forever give me

the opportunity,

to breathe free.