Didn’t Know a Year Ago

in the company of greatness
and gentle souls,
cell signal left somewhere on a West Texas highway.

Not trying to capture every last word people say.
What’s needed will stick.

Not worrying,
whatever I am doing
maybe I ought to be doing something else.

Not trying to nail down any answers.

Not checking the time.
They will ring a bell to gather us in.

Not feeling pressed to be anything I’m not.

A Grammy winner
not 20 feet from me
sings of a man
pedaling toward his destination
not waiting for breaking news,
just keep going on
I say yes, that’s right. That’s it.

To get to this place
you don’t cross a river,
you travel in it.
The river IS the road.
Get the tires right down there
and move along with it.

I didn’t know
a year ago
when I said,
“Next year I’m definitely going there
just how much I would need to.

And this truth alone comforts,
a reminder that things are under control,
and not mine.

Packing for this weekend,
I went with shirts I usually leave behind
the ones that show too much what I’m trying to hide.

And isn’t that just the perfect way to come?

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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