Thirty Something / Second Act

A poem for dreamers, doers, movers and shakers

Megan Minutillo

--

Photo by Matthieu Joannon on Unsplash

I’ve heard the term second act more than I care to count,
more than I want to hear,
more than I wish to listen to;
Second act? What second act?
I still want the big moves, the tiny wins,
and the nights when I feel like I’m on top of the world,
like anything is possible,
like joy is something to drink up;
I still want to do more and be more,
and love more and see more;
I still want to color outside the lines,
and break free from the box
and blaze a path that you cannot even see from the road;
I still want the toasts of champagne
and evenings with my beloved on the couch;
I want us to dance the night away
and have more babies and grandkids, too;
I want to see the beaches of France,
and I want to climb the mountains of Peru,
I want to stretch our days,
fill our minutes,
and feel the beauty of this life in every cell of our bodies;
I want to know the secrets of a fine wine,
I want the cheese and the crackers;
I want,
I want,
I want.

--

--

Megan Minutillo

Essayist, poet, and theatre producer. I write stories about self-awareness, IVF, and finding your footing in life’s messy moments. Instagram: @meganminutillo.