We choose our focus.

Will it be thorns or blossoms

or the value of both?

~

Both the bloom and thorn

serve a unified purpose:

assuring reproduction.

Merry-go-round or

suspended rollercoaster,

hang on, here we go again.

~

 When everything’s in

a spin, it’s hard to see when

or how it will end.

Both in the same day

I was given the finger

and lent a kind hand.

~

He who flicks you off

is not, necessarily,

kinder than the hand lender.

When routine becomes,

first, ritual then, boring,

how do we re-energize?

~

It’s our state of mind,

not ritual or routine,

that’s the energy drainer.

“Sticks and stones may break

my bones, but words will never

hurt me.” Huh? Seriously?

~

Not all injury

involves a broken body

or the letting of some blood.

When drama erupts

into seething misery,

how can we bank the fires?

~

Consoling words and

tears, genuine and deeply

felt, can sometimes help.

With Autumn’s approach

and things kicking into gear

what will help us as we steer?

~

Some would rather sneer

and kick the bloody tires

than drive on into winter.

Cesar Chavez reaps

renown from all the labors

of Dolores Huerta.

~

As the saying goes,

“In front of every great woman

is a man blocking her from view”.

Are we there yet – that

place where we longed to go? Did

it turn out to be right here?

~

Endlessly trekking,

 seeking a greener pasture;

a sure way to miss the truth.