On Having Been Found

It was open season on me, thank God,

plucked from the non-purple patch

where I had been lurking (in plain sight).

How wonderful to be uplifted

from the native soil of habit,

to be consciously chosen

(like a bargain item in an aisle

of a supermarket? Maybe not), but

to have been sought out, somewhat.

What are the chances round about now

to have been weighed and not found

wanting.

At this time of life.

To be openly asked, required to attend

as VIP at your own, uncalled for

first night.

What is it like to recognise the full on want

from someone else, orbited around you,

so soonly perfected, on target,

undemanding and most requited,

bulls-eye right, unbelievable?

Wonderful.