risk

Reprieve

I thought I’d lost it all–

I was in a panic.

Frustrated by overwhelming

circumstances

penetrated my defenses

left me feeling helpless

completely blocked and stopped

from seeing clearly

the way out

of what to do–if anything

to move forward

out of my predicament.

I trusted I knew what

I was doing

I was willing to accept

this level of risk

knowing/feeling that

I could handle it.

Then I doubted–

myself–and just about

everything–as if the

lights were suddenly shut off

and I was left

groping in the dark.

Thank God I found

a light.

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Sincere Speed

Maybe I shouldn’t be so sincere,

so nose to the grindstone

rule follower so I don’t

get into a lot of trouble

I have neither the energy

nor inclination to deal

with if the train derails.

Yet, anything I’ve ever

learned or found to be of

value involved stepping

over the line of the rules

and scaring myself

half to death

by walking into

unknown territory

left to fend for myself

sans rules, guidelines–

and sometimes my

common sense!

I’m torn between being

an adventurer (which I am)

and staying ‘safe’

pandering to my

invalid fears I so

conveniently ‘manifest’

out of thin air.

You’d think I’d do

that with things I wanted!

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

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Let go

Sweep me away, rain

off my feet

down the street

take me to new lands

an adventurous digression

from the onerous grind of life.

Give me wings

I’ll fly!

parachuteless

through the sky

star bound

even though I only

see one

until night

and they all appear.

Sun through snow covered tree at Anthony Lakes in winter

Sun through snow covered tree at Anthony Lakes in winter

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Rain, Rain

The rain knocks quietly on my

roof

let me in

it pleads.

I scoff.

You’re all wet!

You’ll inundate my valuable

being.

Cleaner I may be

but all wet like you.

Nature craves your wetness

doesn’t complain a whit

except you wear out your

welcome by staying

too long.

Otherwise you’re a welcome,

refreshing visit

unlike the drying winds

which produce little growth

save the spreading of some seeds,

and the lightning and thunder

scary & destructive

when they comes too close.

Rain just falls

by itself it is harmless

in excess or driven by

other forces it can

overwhelm the delicate flora

and fauna below.

Lightening strikes over farmland. Near Alpine, Oregon

Lightening strikes over farmland. Near Alpine, Oregon

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A Crooked Path

I kind of like that I follow

some inner impulse–

most of the time.

I worry about not being

perfect.  The universe

chuckles over that all

the time.

I go in a rather jagged,

zig-zag course forward

trying to “feel” where

I’m going as well as

watch out for running

into poles while I’m so

engrossed in myself!

Sensible thinking also

comes along.  I’m not

sure how helpful it is.

It’s usually built with

guilt & fear which are

useless to me.

Yet I carry that baggage

& most of it sticks to

me like glue as much

as I try to shed it off.

At the end of the day

I get to let it rest

and I usually get

to go at it again the

next day.

Even with a map,

I still veer.

Field of yellow tulips with one red tulip. Mt. Vernon. Washington

Field of yellow tulips with one red tulip. Mt. Vernon. Washington

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begin again

there’s usually more than one way to

do things

but there’s only one way to begin.

yes, Yoda says,  “Do or do not,

there is no try”.

Once you get rolling, your car

warms up,

everything you remembered

about driving comes back

to you (if it ever left!) and

you arrive without a thought

of effort.

the hardest 1000% was just

before the first word when

you said to yourself,  ” I’m

going ahead with this,

no matter what.”

and you begin.

you may hit your thumb

with a hammer until you

get into the groove

but not one nail gets

driven until you take

the first swing.

staple removers and

claws (not Santa)

remove “mistakes”

and you keep plowing

on.

Close up of Teddy Bear Sunflower.

Close up of Teddy Bear Sunflower.

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A Risk

A risk, is a risk, is a risk.

So you make a lot of mistakes

stepping up to the plate.

The pitcher is out to get you out.

You can swing feverishly

when you’d be better off biding

your time, waiting for that

perfect pitch that you “know”

you can hit.

When you’re out of your league,

your ballpark,

you play on foreign soil.

New terrain, new “opponents”.

Really, we’re all working

together

but in a new place, some

of your settings need

a slight adjustment

to pull off a successful

experience.

Turoco bird. Victoria Butterfly Gardens. Victoria, B.C. Canada

Turoco bird. Victoria Butterfly Gardens. Victoria, B.C. Canada

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ME

If I was j.u.s.t myself,

I would probably go off

the DEEP end, bounce in from

right field

to a grounder hit poorly, that

should have been an “out”.

Who knows what virus my brain

may release on the literary world?

Taking it by storm no

vaccine or antibiotic would touch,

it mutates and changes defenses

so quickly.

Me, myself & I, we stay in a

hole deep inside

lest the slings and arrows

of OUTRAGEOUS fortune

pay an untimely visit–

every visit from them is

untimely.

So, wounded, I limp back

home, licking my wounds

in self-pity waiting for this

wave of compassionate

self-demise to end.

Who am I, anyway?  EVEN

I do not want to really

know, for fear it would be

unacceptable, even to ME.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

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Potluck

Potluck: you never know

what’s coming

what you’re going to get

a choice from.

Better than reading a mystery

novel.

You wonder:  who done it?

Can’t wait to get to the

end to see how it all

comes out.

Sometimes you’re surprised.

Sometimes your favorites

land on your plate

without you even having

to ask, to invoke the

law of attraction.

It just shows up

along with you

and voila–a match

made in heaven–

or close to it.

You trade what you

brought for what

they brought.

Hopefully, you’re a

good trader–a bargain

is a bargain because

you’re stuck with what

showed up.

 

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Going for it

Wait one more minute–

that’s a minute longer

than you needed to

begin, to act, ask, tell.

No one can read your mind

like you can–well, maybe a

few gifted psychics.

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Still, if you want someone

to know how you feel,

what you think, you best

use words–written or verbal.

I must admit, I seem to

sense a 6th sense that

kind of knows what I find

out later verbally.

Sort of an advanced notice.

But waiting slows your

process time and over-

rest or absence is just time

we could have spent

doing what we want–

even if it is fearful.

I push kids to begin writing

when they only know

maybe a few hundred words.

I also let them think of an

idea and for some it takes

longer than others.

Still, you could wait

forever & lose your

opportunity…

 

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