Dangling: Hanging Around

I went out and thought
I’d lost my method,
But came home and found it
Right where I’d left it!

Like confusing the ladder
With the climbing,
Getting stuck on the ladder
And abandoning it,

Picking up its mate
And getting caught on that too,
Tossing that one down
And beginning anew;

How can one possibly
Get over this fence,
When every ladder fails?
This just doesn’t make sense.

Starting over and over,
Then finally ditching
All of them
And stomping off in a fury,

Concluding, I’ll be going nowhere in a hurry!
And so quietly I wait,
Hoping for someone to come along who knows
How to open the gate!

Nevertheless, in the meantime
I prepared for more practice,
Not expecting anything
Other than just sitting;

On the other hand,
Perhaps it’s time
To return attention to the breathing;
As there’s no other guide here now,
I guess it’s up to me, then.