Coming to terms with what?
The weather?
My lot in life?
My past that always seemed
to have a trip wire making
me stumble, stop and think,
choose the how not the why
Of course today,
that ever present present,
still has its trip wires.
Knowing that, I can take my time,
Avoid the stumble; still stop, think
and make better choices
not perfect just better.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language,
and next year’s words await another voice.”
~ T.S.Eliot
Invisible responses are my own
when no one is around to see
the sudden jerk of my arm,
the blink on and off of consciousness
the drift in a cotton space
that weighs me down
for an hour or a day
with no reason that is visible.
The reason is epilepsy ~
~ tucked neatly inside my brain.
“One bears things because there is no alternative.”
~ C.J.Sansom, Sovereign
Out on a limb
I swing and sway
whether wind is
north or south,
east or west.
I learn to balance,
or just hang on
with faith that
my strength will
keep me safe.
When retirement comes,
and wild winds change,
I’m given a choice ~
to stay out on the limb,
or choose another tree.
“A human being is a deciding being.”
~ Viktor E. Frankl, M.D.
(1905 - 1997)
