Do we ever achieve that for anyone?
Perhaps in the womb,
where we are anticipated; not yet formed by other eyes-
only imagined.

After emerging, are we then forever a disappointment?
Someone always taking our measure?
(often carrying the ruler in our own back pocket)

Maybe first loves are to blame. 
We believe we are blank hearts,
waiting for someone else to write the story
create our character, give us our lines.

If we only knew that everything is already there
A space so clear and full
there isn’t room for doubt.

Oh, but we do.
We doubt it like the fairness of life and the existence of true love.
Or if the roof will hold up to the rain.


San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico

Linda Laino is an artist and teacher living in Mexico. An occasional writer and poet, she enjoys playing with words as much as form and color. Finding beautiful things on the ground is a favorite pastime. Her paintings and jewelry can be viewed at her web page www.lindalaino.com and https://www.etsy.com/shop/lindalaino. Additional essays can be found athttp://www.elephantjournal.com/?s=Linda+Laino