Jan 25, 2010 in Poetry
Just when I think I understand,
have a grasp on the truth,
have traveled a long, rocky road
with shoes falling apart from wear.
Just when I think
my eyes can see clearly,
finally;
and I no longer anticipate
the unexpected,
no longer anticipate
a change of perspective.
Then you turn around,
and teach me something new.
Jan 15, 2010 in Poetry
I’m sure there is a turn I missed
a door I failed to open,
a whisper that never stopped my pace,
to pause and re-evaluate.
I’m sure there was a nuance,
a soft, gentle warning
that I failed to heed
that might have stalled my ascent.
My ascent to this peculiar precipice.
the one I face now,
peering downward
not too delicately
perched at its edge.
Perhaps I should have slowed my pace,
And then,
I should have stopped and listened,
but then again
I am here now,
in this dangerous place,
perhaps only caught by inevitability.
So now this time
I’ll stop,
and make my peace,
and make the very best
of whatever the moment brings.
