disturbed

it once

disturbed me 

when I, 

all at once, 

discovered it

that life 

doesn’t 

quite fit 

the container 

we’ve made for it 

(or perhaps

the one

we’ve made

for ourselves) 

what do you mean, 

reality 

is not this 

nor is it that?

what do you mean 

nothing is ever just 

one thing? 

and what a thing 

to discover 

that just on the other side 

of my terror 

therein lies the gift 

that neither do I 

need to be

this or that 

neither do I

need to be 

just one 

thing. 

and what disturbs me 

now 

is just 

how attached 

I was 

to a container 

that I never 

actually 

belonged to

tell me,

when will I learn 

that liberation 

almost always 

feels like crisis?