I drive this jeep of me into the mud
to get stuck.
this situation over demonstrates
that a transition is necessary.
this moment formally introduces itself.
no more the fanfare of far into the future
or the movie that expectations provide.
and this mud before me,
looking up,
smiles back at me.
I have to get out of this rocking chair
and sample the soup before me.
it seems to be very tasty
to be in this moment.
no more wading
into the world of indifference.
predicament slyly winks at me.
I inwardly smile back with gratitude
for I have a wench in my back hip-pocket
as I look for caring volunteer trees.
each straining step now taken
is a vacation from the norm.
I feel blessed to be in bouquet of circumstance.
the fragrance is both affronting
and yet deeply appealing.
maybe this journey was all about
going within.
and I had to set up this prop-fest
to get there . . .
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