Liam Barr

Someone asks if you're available.
You do the maths.
A two hour task, that's doable.

Then the weeks go by.
Those two hours never find space in your calendar.
Something always takes priority.

Your maths was never wrong.
It measured the work and stopped there.
The missing number was the week it had to fit inside.

The yes took seconds.
The task is still taking weeks.

I walked out tonight already glad.
The next chapter has started and it feels right.

I wasn't looking for a sign.
My mind was made up.

Then I looked up.
A thin crescent tipped over on its back.
The whole thing shaped like a smile.

It told me nothing I didn't know.

It agreed.

The moon is only a few days into this phase.
So am I.

You keep checking whether you're ready.
The answer comes back blurry every time.

Ready is a feeling built from things you've already done.
The next thing hasn't happened yet.
It has nothing to build from.

So nothing you were ready for has ever changed you.

You walked into the best of it green.
Green and wide awake.

You can go unready.
Ready is what this one is going to make you.