In this culture,
we try to shield,
protect and play
the game of
everything is going
to be okay,
so appearance is
nice and smooth
and flat like the bay
on a windless
summer day.

But life is not
like this,
never was,
and we know
that to be true,
even without admission,
or conjecture. .

I, for one, want all
of life thrown at me,
in a mess,
in a splatter,
sea spray in my face,
and to this point, I
have received these gifts,
whether wanted or not,
or even convenient,
for there is no right time

I have felt and do not
spurn loneliness,
for it brings to the top
the need to face the
truth about yourself,
and find comfort in
just the crazy being you are.
resisting the drive to
numbing conformity,
which is a sort of death.

I embrace risks,
even if some do not
pay or reward- but some do!
That’s the point!
Not everything is going
to be okay, but at
least you tried and
never succumbed
to the dreary mean,
the mythical average
person in the street.

I count myself lucky:
I am neither dreary or mean,
and I do not mind foamy waves.

 

15/1/2024