To Meet Myself Again
It's easier to steer a moving car than a parked one
Stuckness clings with a residue
Moving feels liberating
Avoidance may beget terror
But busyness soothes the wound
Stopping, parking can be rough.
Self. Small-Making. Shrinking.
The lights go off, I hide.
Only alive when I am putting on the show.
Shape shifting. Mesmerizing.
Just get your footing.
It can be a marathon to catch up to the promise.
Throw the rope-call “on belay!”
One step at a time, the summit is reached.
Play the blues.
Fry the fish on Fridays.
Dreams collide into real life.
Just steps along the way.
Stuff your clothes into black trash bags
Dressing for the show,
I meet myself again,
For the first time.
With thanks to the Creatives.