That which has always been
Fleeting at best with me.
I can coast on its translucent plastic cloud
A day or two, at most, you see.
Oh, perhaps, once or twice,
There have been the teasing seasons
I thought I could stay.
I would be efficient.
I would possess polish and poise.
It would be glorious!
Perfection would at last seep into
Every single void…
Ah, but, then, would come the
Inevitable crashing down,
Limbs thrashing wildly round,
In all the usual thunderous,
Tragically comic noise.
Bitter bruises would be had.
Bangs on the forehead,
Banana-peel pratfalls by
Unhappy accident to drive the
Driving crowds mad,
Ridicule enough to make a body
Give up on one’s worth as a
After all, all they want to see is the
Failure, the foolish jester…
But, you know, I’ve been thinking
That I’ve been thinking all wrong
To cast myself along their
Perhaps, I have been
Setting my sights too high to start,
Aspiring to surf the endless skies
In ways I was simply not meant to take part.
Perhaps, in the end, making myself
Settling in to the more forgiving
Regions of lower earth,
Owning the blessed dirt of my birth,
Is more in line with who I really am.
Less a height to stumble from,
When you are not focused on
Like hanging ten in the heavens-
And looking cool doing it, to boot.
More realistic confidence that
Sincerely chuckles at oneself,
Sails through each moment
Nay, even merry in the fumbles,
Can be had-for free!
And elevate you far more effectively
Than those who promise their
It comes in the dismissing of
All those false, demanding places
And surrender to the
Where we should be…