I came to the stuck place.
I nudged. I coaxed.
I mocked. Walked away.
Back at the stuck place
I cursed. I railed.
I blasted. No go.
Then I sat down
at the stuck place
and wept.
In tears
the obstacle
dissolved
or was carried
out of sight
around the bend.
I came again
to the stuck place.
Such anger! Such
righteous refusing
to budge. I won’t
give in to the stuck
place. I won’t give
in. I will it to move
I will
be stuck.
The obstacle laughed
itself loose, rolled on
downstream.
Oh, honey,
Cry Laugh Keep moving
-George Ella Lyon
The obstacle laughed itself loose…. Hallelujah!
Sort of like a Mobius strip, sort of like life. Thanks for this one, George Ella.
As always, the poet speaks with authority and wisdom
YAY!!!!
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