August 8
PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS
There is a penny in the bathtub. I wonder who stood in there with loose change. Possibly confusing it for a wishing well, the penny was tossed in. The stories I could tell the hopes that tantalize my mind, elves and leprechauns, dreamers and optimists all trundle through my thinking. When I don’t know the answer, I can now at least look for the best, the sweetest thoughts. I don’t run to the dark and threatening disasters. I have lost the lease to my personal black cloud, the one that used to follow wherever I went. I can smile now and think of pennies from heaven. The first drop landed in my tub.
Think of what a spider and a whale have in common.
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Stand- Hear
The spins and pirouettes I have preformed
in an attempt to avoid facing the music,
were impressive but futile and ultimately
delayed the beauty possible for me in this life.
When I stop my running and turn on my heel
there is a world of harmony waiting
to take me for a turn out on the dance floor.
Melody is not what I was expecting.
I was so sure I would be drummed out of my life,
not trumpeted in.
My surety set in motion much of my convoluted activity
and caused me great distress.
It is high time I listen with eyes open
and my reactions leashed;
Allowing the tune to introduce me to life
and lead me to my bliss.
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