I Have Not Tasted My Last First

I Have Not Tasted My Last First

Poem by Christa Wells

I want to believe

there is more than I can imagine 

here and not here

now and later 

tangible and intangible.

I want to believe 

that all my fantastic dreams 

have not yet come close

to the crest,

if there is one.

I want to believe 

I have not tasted my last 

first brambleberry crisp ice cream

or opened the final gift beneath the tree 

with my name on it.

I pass no judgment against myself 

for this greediness,

this essence of aliveness 

which does not counter contentment

but reinvents it

I am quite content, for example,

to lay idle for three hours 

in a matted meadow or my own flanneled bed,  

aware and listening,

anticipating in stillness

the singular meteorite 

of new thought 

that may at any moment 

pierce the veil 

of my understanding

It always comes.

And just like that

the earth opens 

and the landscape of my life 

will never be the same.

I dream of meteorites 

as some wait for weekends,

not knowing a greater bliss

than a destined disruption

to the perimeter of possibility.

About the Author: Christa Wells

Christa Wells is a singer/songwriter based in Nashville, Tennessee, with over 18 years in the music industry.  As an independent artist, Christa has released five albums, developing a signature alternative-pop sound that is fresh, soulful, and enduring. Her 2018 album, Velveteen, chronicles the loss of her marriage, singing vulnerability and hope across canyons of grief.

Her newest album, Pacific, is coming in 2020.

An award-winning songwriter, Christa has collaborated with other artists like Natalie Grant, Ellie Holcomb, Plumb,

You can follow Christa on Instagram, her website, on Spotify, and within her Patreon community!