justwrite 28 june

The truth is that I thought about skipping this step but what’s left after all the posters are taken down and the shelves are shaken out we have our doubts and we are out of bounds but there are grounds for coffee and also divorce from courses of better less traveled and as we unravel the alternatives we give thanks for the wonder still endowed the fields unplowed for want of a better sweater a sweeter meter could not be read and instead of electricity it’s some other mystery that presses forward through the dark I am parking my hopes at different doors waiting to score some invitation the designation undecided the path wildly divided divergent the woods not yellow but verdant in unambiguous rainbows I am looking for the talent the key that fits the nextstep door but the satisfaction eludes me the teeth will be brushed and the face washed but there are many boxes left unchecked today the way things are going the way the snowing arrives anyway without being asked these are the tasks we deal with and we feel with our thoughts the vast greatness of possibility even as our eyes scan the very small number of options for which we are or are not qualified we’re verified by banks and given plenty of solicitude by certain attendees but the friends we need are slow to arrive and we thrive in the meeting and cave in the waiting ah but as long as there is room enough and plenty of cheese we will make pleasant enough conversation until the time is right and the door opens we will be ready and later we will look back and know yes then the click into place and I thought yes of course