Courageous: Truth or Dare

Woke up
Way too early,
But what a beautiful
Morning,

Not much pain,
Feels good to move,
Determined to
Enjoy it.

Cotton batten clouds
Marching steadily
Above tall towers,
And wind-stirred tree-leaves,

A fabulous scene;
I witness it
And am an
Integral participant;

The winds of change
May blow today too,
As I consider
My future,

Looking ahead
The waters are muddy,
So hard to decide
Where to go next,

A rest is in order
But how to get it?
Is it even possible
From where I’m at?

I wonder and deliberate;
Perhaps it’s a jump
Or a flying great leap,
But I won’t know for sure
Unless I take it.

Courage: Steady On

A day of surprises
And unexpected turns
In the road,
Heavy and light is the load,

Present moments
Punctuated by punctures,
From sharp objects
Hidden amongst the clutter,

Pitfalls and potholes
On the trail
Producing mayhem,
Leading to

Loss and gain,
Elation and despondency,
Fruitful reflection
And pointless rumination;

Feeling oppressed
And wondering
How not to be,
How can such freedom be?

How can I find that
Within this predicament?
Back to practice, is it?
But I don’t feel like it!

I’d rather rage, or run away
Or forget about it,
But I can’t forget,
And I can’t get out.

To examine the details
Would be too tedious,
So I just gaze ahead
Negotiating the trail mindfully,
Struggling to steady my rickety vehicle as it goes.

Countless: Wordplay

The rain
Keeps falling
Inside and outside,
Business as usual;

No new words,
And yet
More words
Keep coming anyway,

Continuously they flow
Every day,
But what can words do
Against such obstacles?

Perhaps
If I knew
It would make
All the difference,

Or perhaps
Even now,
Somehow
It does,

Otherwise why pursue this?
Especially as
My spelling seems to
Worsen daily;

Could it be
Just force of habit,
The reassurance
Of one’s own voice,

A familiar voice,
But whose?
There is sound
And then it goes,
Resolving into silence.