One Day

One day
I will drive my RV across the country
on fuel made from grease
with solar panels on the roof
and I will meet someone new every day

One day
I will live off the land
windmills in our backyard
and a giant garden
days spent with my fingers in the earth
nights in culinary experimentation

One day
I will sit under a big willow tree
writing words in a purple notebook
while the wind blows hair in my face
and I will not worry that it is gray
or that my wrinkled eyes squint to see the page

One day
I will hold my grandchildren tight
and they will understand
that biology is not what connects us
but something deeper and more divine

One day
the tiny details that matter
will shift
from what seems important
to what
IS