Ornaments

There is nothing wrong with being an ornament.

I do not always need to be important, in fact 

I relish sometimes that I am a take it or leave it proposition.

You might take my hand and carouse with me for the instant. We run through the woods, or smoke cigars on a bridge, we finger paint with tempera, or watch a seisun, we could drink coffee late at night.

And that 

Is all you need do. You don't even have to think about or consider it afterwards

Just enjoy our space in the moment.

There's a certain beauty in the unimportant

I cherish being without gravitas

The older I get it seems the more the anchor weighs

But oh how I love the ill planned adventure

I'm learning again how not to plan

And how to let the pieces fall

And smile through it cause

There's so much beauty in not knowing what comes next

When it's not in your hands, since, really, is it ever?