You’re different, she said
Summit magic, I whispered
Do tell, she nudged
Joy container floating at sea
Flags of possibilities fluttering in the wind,
E.I., A.I., movement, dance fusion, social enterprise,
Schmoozing, biohacking, erotic blueprints,
Sinek, like in Simon…
Bingo, family-style dinners, psychedelics
Are you micro-dosing now, she asked
Nah, not my scene, but D.O.S.E. with Radha is
Squeezing sweaty strangers left me in love’s drunken haze
Peeling insecurities didn’t know existed
And gazing with hazel-eyed Brandon had me tripping,
But it was C&C rhythms that set my spirit wild and free.
Doodling is not for me, but it is for my new friend Karen,
And I am definitely not a poet, but IN-Q is a lyrical king
Unaware of his existence- now, forever etched in my mind
For every word he speaks a symphony to my soul.
I took a stab at poetry,
weaving words that struck a chord
shedding tears I did not expect
but his death, at twenty-one, was not supposed to be.
In the arms of impermanence, I found solace with Dr. Nikki
And Dr. T left me fluttering with talk of growing hearts
Dr. Sam decoded in silence, dislodging buried anguish.
And Oksana, brave Oksana, a warrior on a mission to heal
From the missiles of cowards, young lives she must shield
Dr. Jeff is lending a chair, intensity set on high,
Shifting waves of despair.
Feels heavy, she said
Not everything, I answered
But all meaningful, I added
I shook my hips with a mer-man
And swayed with a violinist
The DJing transcended
And Live Jams trended.
Jesse is easy on the eye
But not why he’ll be remembered
Hand the man a Mic,
His activism is what’s needed.
Carefully curated attires
Aching to belong
Beneath lies the urge
To love and to merge
The bond that connects.
A sea of words exchanged
Revealing pearls of wisdom
To ponder and reflect.
Sunshine and his bindi bright
Blinded with kindness
Sotto’s spirituality
Imparted deep perspective
And the Ben’s had me in stitches.
Nasreems words cut the deepest~
Who weaves my clothes, who toil in agony,
And what part do I play in modern-day slavery?
Over steam, a debate
The future of medicine
And how will A.I. be weaponized?
Slathering mud on my skin
Simon’s words soak in~
In a world full of loneliness,
Have we failed our approach?
To hold space
Be in the mud
Free from judgment
To engage and not rescue
To support and not fix.
To listen
Just listen.
With permission
To go on
With tears and all
And be less alone.
The joy container, she smiled
Summit magic, I replied
Sir Richards skyfall
A gift from above
Reminding us to gaze up
Reach for the stars
Dream of a world
where the only bombs we endure
come from Reggie and his flow.
To dance with grace like Amy
rising tall with purpose
beyond limitations.
For one thing is certain
Our time is borrowed
So make the most
Make it count.
Speak your truths
Share your gifts
And leave your mark
So others may follow.
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Dedicated to my sis Frances, Erica, Melissa, Stu, and all my fellow Summiteers, until next time…
remember to F.L.Y. (first love yourself)
With Gratitude,
Mic
