Looking for new opportunities
But not sure where to go,
Veering away from the fanciful
Toward the practical;
And yet, never ceasing to dream,
Resting in the stream,
Like a fish waiting for prey
To snap up as they float by,
Vigilant and eager
For some clue
About what direction
I should take,
Not wanting to grab on
To any old way,
Enjoying freedom from involvement
Too much to get engaged;
Nevertheless, on the look out
For the next project,
Perhaps out of habit,
Not used to such a prolonged slow-down,
I notice how I rush,
Even though I don’t need to,
Accustomed to busyness,
Not used to sitting so much,
Wanting to get going,
One minute
And appreciating the scenery
The next,
Not knowing what’s next,
Dithering and wobbling
All over
And back again.
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