Jeepers

I don’t know what to call
this post.

It’s a lot,
this life.

Fragments.
Poems.
Images.
Wonders.
Wanders.
Frights.
Delights.

It’s human life.
Lived in a life.
In a day.
In two and a half breaths on a Tuesday.

The best
that I can find
is the exclamation,
“jeepers,”
meaning,
a convenient word to touch the big,
big,
bigness
of the moment.

* I am grateful to Amy, Jen, Stu, Darsheel, Angela, Emilia, and Quanita for stirring the jeepers.

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