When forced to make our own sunshine on these budding spring mornings, on these days when my plan has been unplanned by some heavy hand who clearly didn’t have coffee, I warm up, raise my cup, and with my warming hands greet the day with a smile before i even open my eyes.
Accept my gratitude for the day; it could be worse, so much worse. I’ve got no time on my side, just another lifetime, really. Who learns enough in the first 40 to forgo the last? It took a breath of time to get here, to learn who i am at my core. Who am i to reject 40 more?
I pull in my friends, pull them in close: What can you you share with me to bring me peace?
I rally when the sun sets, try to hold on to the days, so much promise and learning and laughter, i hate to let the hours go to sleep.
I drag myself through the evening, soaking in the wisdom i crave; words, adventure, wise men and my gut. What is not for me, is. I embrace them, thigh to thigh, and leap out of my comfort zone thinking this is the way to prove my openness.
Selfish learning, it calls me. I respond freely, thinking later. I cannot shake my obligation to my self. Army men and wild boys, are these my only mirrors?
Having taken the easy route, taken, more than my share, fairly, but unfair only to me, until today- when i toss the tables, trash the protocol, embrace the unknown. When was it I agreed to be managed by the common calendar, the weekly appointment book, the rules of the day contrasting the desires invading my nights?
Railing against the reality, i die a little bit each time i am like any other searching soul… and defiantly rise up each morn, sworn, to my own path until those little reminders of reality find their way into my vision…the backpacks in the front entry, the taxes waiting to be picked up, the sick friend, the errand to the pharmacy, the conscripted grocery run and regurgitated list, the stoic presence at each cause.
She lies in his bed, bathrobe thrown open, head back, arms outstretched and creates, embraces and memorizes every last opportunity.
# For Reticent Mental Property