Most of the things in my life, 

I stumbled upon 

or so it seems to me I did.

Sometimes clumsily, 

more often than not awkwardly, 

and a handful of times 

gracefully 

as I triumphantly emerged

the heroine. 

But now it seems to me,

for the most part, 

that running around circles

and falling into holes

and chasing after rabbits

and other fictitious ghosts

have served me well, 

or so it seems to me

they did. 

for further reading: 

http://authspot.com/poetry/i-am-162/

http://authspot.com/poetry/you-308/

http://authspot.com/poetry/dearest-soul/

http://authspot.com/poetry/the-painter-el-pintor/