DON'T STAY STILL
Another year, another duty... well, the first one in the year anyway.
It's all about moving forward now.
Even T.S. Eliot agrees since he said,
"For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning."
After all, there are new mistakes to be made.
*****
In celebration of always looking at the bright side, I give you
"Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale"
Dan Albergotti
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life's ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
It's all about moving forward now.
Even T.S. Eliot agrees since he said,
"For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning."
After all, there are new mistakes to be made.
*****
In celebration of always looking at the bright side, I give you
"Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale"
Dan Albergotti
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life's ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.

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