Posts Tagged ‘being right’




Today yet another chance to notice

how often I am wrong. How easily


my voice puts on its business suit

and power pumps and exudes confidence—


how sure I am that I am right! And then,

when confronted with the real truth, what to do


but laugh at the self who just moments ago

was strutting and certain and bold.


What a relief to kick off the shoes

and let the self run barefoot through the afternoon,


ditching her dress, letting the world

laugh at her, holes in her stockings,


holes in her conviction, shoulders

bare and exposed. Feel how the breeze


rushes in through the open door,

carries with it the song of red-wing blackbirds,


touches everything like relief, like

a song about journeys, like forgiveness.

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Pulling Carrots

From the top I
can’t tell if the
carrot below
will be straight
or spiraled, stubby
or long, but I like
to guess, and I’m
usually wrong.
And I do not
mind it at all
being wrong,
in fact I love
the surprise.
I tell myself,
wouldn’t it
be something
if I could be
so wrong
with you.

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