Two Things I Don’t Want to Be

After a few bad turns
we find our way.

But because of missteps
we discover the hotel pool
and see Adirondack chairs with river views
in backyards of fine homes
and find the bike station,
which is where we were headed anyway.

Isn’t life great?

Do not despise the wrong turns,
the scenic route,
the sweating you weren’t planning on,
because you just never know…

I never want to be a person who says,
“Things would’ve been perfect if only…”
and I don’t want to travel with one either.

That lovely bejeweled woman on the plane
ended up with a seatmate
who was a true purveyor of negativity.
The rain, the airlines, the time, life.
if only they were different.

I was tempted at one point to lean over and say,
“Buddy, you want to hear my story??”
but I eschew that type of competiveness.

I was happy when he drifted off.

Oh! I also never want to be
the type of person
about whom it is said,
“We were happy when she drifted off.” 🙂

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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2 Responses to Two Things I Don’t Want to Be

  1. Belinda says:

    I’m with you, Marilyn. I never want to be a purveyor of negativity. I believe in silver linings!


  2. karenrreed says:

    I love this! I was feeling very reflective and somber and then the next line made me laugh right out loud. Perfect. I’ll have to print this and read it over and over. It’s worth mulling over. Thanks!


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