How Did I End Up 'Here'?

How did I end up here? 

Mind-blowing, I swear. 

First, I was bare feet, running hills, 

Grabbing fish by the gills. 

Playing marbles, fighting the boys, 

Making far too much noise. 

Avoiding the kitchen,  

Finding a far more justifiable ‘mission’. 

Wear a skirt?! 

How about trousers and a shirt? 

Heels... 

Or fishing reels? 

Yuck! No one understands me. 

Expectations of my destiny. 

I’ll show ‘em the way, 

Rebellion here to stay. 

I fit here... 

In this little square, 

No, I don’t. 

I will, no I won’t. 

Squeeze me in this box tightly,  

Jeez....how unsightly. 

All bent up like a rusty old nail, 

Out of kilter and bound to fail. 

A restaurant in Barcelona, a book. 

Will you take a look? 

The Power of Now, 

The pages I plough. 

The heaviness of the past, 

Sliding in thick and fast, 

“I think”, 

And then gone in a blink. 

The secret revealed, 

No more need for that shield. 

I am the role play which is that, 

I am thin, I am fat. 

A new day, 

The Tao, ‘The Way’, 

One moment please, 

Nothing to resist or squeeze.  

For I am,  

Not a sham, 

Not an idea. 

I am now and here.