Posts Tagged ‘success’

It was the strangest thing.
She’d never cared before about winning.
Life had been about basking in the sun
at the entrance to her burrow.
Sometimes when she was warm enough,
she’d plod off in search of leaves.

Now, she thought about finish lines.
The feel of the ribbon on her prehistoric nose.
The roar of the crowd as she crossed.
They say tortoises don’t have feelings,
no hippocampus in their small brains,
but she’d felt it, the thrill of success.

She spent decades looking for another race
she had a chance to win. None of her friends
could understand. Come dig in the sandy soil,
they said, but it wasn’t enough anymore.
She wished she’d never said yes to that race.
She wished she could race the hare again tonight.

She wished she could stop defining her life
by that one moment. Wished she could stop wishing
for any life beyond the life she had now,
sleeping in her burrow, cool and moist.
Wished all she wanted were soft weeds and long-leaf pines.
Wished she could hear that crowd just one more time.

published in ONE ART: A journal of poetry

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I wanted to believe

the fortune cookie,

wanted success to come

as easily as crunching

through a tasteless wafer.

I carried the red message

in my wallet for months,

as if to remind myself

of my great impending success.

How curious, the gap

between the life we want

and the life we have.

Finding the small white scrap

last week, I set it on my sink

and read it again and again

as I brushed my teeth

then stepped out into the world

without it, ready to write

my own fortune, my pockets

unabashedly empty, each

next step its own trove

of unusual riches.

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I snip off dead flowers

to trick the pansy

into blooming again


wonder which

of my past


to cut

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