Now

I can’t/ I can
Perhaps I'm just an also ran,
A wibble wobbly ceiling fan,
A wispy shadow of a man.

Apollo, heading due North,
Followed a travelled, true course.
Lofty ambitions put forth.
Galloped stallion from stalled horse.

Reach out for a gracious hold.
Feel the crease to find the fold.
Long horizon, quiet, cold.
A giant leap, so we are told.

Grinding out in second gear.
Motivation isn't here. 
Wherever it is, isn't clear.
This is lonely and this is fear.

Pencil pushing towards the door.
You had it once, perhaps there's more.
From a whimper to a roar.
A shiny light at calling’s core.

Daily practice affirmation.
Pushing through the deep frustration.
Adding up each small equation.
Keep reaching towards a veneration.

This I know. You do know how
To find your focus. Make it your vow.
It can be tough, but holy cow,
Don’t put it off, the time is now.


6/6/21