Sometimes I want to see --
my eyes crystal balls
my world a fortune cookie
split wide and spilling its ribbons
of truth across my plate
See past the dark door
its slim beckoning finger of light
an arrow across my threshold
its eyes already accustomed
to the brightness of what comes
Look a crooked line
a periscope, a trick of time
taking the corners at a run
no blink, no flinch
my steady gaze
straight ahead and knowing
where I'll go next
This poem is a Magpie Tale. I loved this prompt!
If it speaks to you as well, write your own and share it with the class.
I think it grabbed me because
many things in my life seem precarious right now.
Things always are, of course,
only sometimes we see the edge of the cliff
we walk along much more clearly.
There was a tragic story in the paper yesterday about a runner who hopped over a cement barricade and fell to his death. He was the victim of an optical illusion -- it appeared that the trail continued on the other side, but that was another part of the trail. He could not see the gap with the 25 foot drop. When his mother dropped him off for his run, he said, "Let me out here. I know where I am."
I know where I am, too.
And the trick is to keep running, because running is the only way forward.
But there are times when I wonder what I can't see.
Run, Susan, run,
but mind the gap.