Wonderstanding

The more I understand,

the more it makes me

wonderstand.

Wonderstanding is

when you get it,

you know all about it,

but can’t stop thinking

about it.

I wonderstand about

my place, my purpose,

my wants, desires, and

how to be someone worthy

of another’s wonderstanding.

I know who I am,

but I don’t exactly

wonderstand why it is

I am who I am and why I

persist.

It would be wonderful,

not to be cursed with this

abundance of wonderstanding,

but I do understand.

I wonderstand about where

she is, what she is doing, how I can

be a part of her life and she a part of

mine. I understand that I just haven’t

met her yet. Or maybe, she hasn’t met me.

Wonderstanding keeps you up

at night, in bed, tossing and turning

with replays of embarrassments and

second guesses.

I can’t stop my wonderstanding,

I’m not sure if I want to. I understand

it can be trepidatious, but I still

yearn for a deeper wonderstanding.  

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