It's not a bird!

I have the desire, training, experience, products and self-knowledge, to love you.

If that love should ever fail you, I can sidestep it like that! Then with the mushy, new, green, gunk growing from deep in the ground, between my toes, up my legs and spine and out out my arms to the tips of my fingers, I will great each new pulsing, slimy, unformed mote of a love thought, with a warm  and enthusiastic bear hug! For now, I have discovered my super power:

I see patterns clearly and quickly.

Patterns in love's nascency. From one amorphous shape, dividing and multiplying into more recognizable conditions. No longer will confusion stay. No longer will I be miffed. And if I don't answer right back, feed me some tea for god's sake and let me stay a while. For maybe a conversation is needed, to stir the pot and quicken the brew!

Oh, world I do love you now!

So beware planet. Here he comes. Not a plane. It's not a bird. But...

Pattern Man!



© Donald Grube, 2010