Furiously Racing To The Finish line
It seems that the energy these last few days is powerfully fast,
and like an avalanche, it is taking us, and everything in its path,
and is carrying it along with it,
as it races toward the end of the year.
But it seems my race to that imaginary finish line of 2014
is strewn with all the different ways my body is choosing to keep up.
Some days it feels like I’m wearing ice skates,
everything feels very slippery,
and it’s hard to keep my balance.
I’m careening toward the New Year on 1/4 inch blades,
arms flailing, weak ankles turned in, with no triple Lutz in sight.
Other days I’m back as a ten year old,
Only I’m not, I’m 55, and it’s the Fourth of July,
and we’re having those races across the lawn,
with our shoelaces tied together…
Or balancing an egg on a teaspoon.
It is as impossible now as it was then,
only then, we laughed our heads off as we fell on our faces,
because we were racing toward ice cream.
Oh, to be 10 again.
The other night I wrote about racing like a demon in an ATV.
Now that’s more like it!
How about a catapult?
or sliding into home plate after running all the bases?
It feels like by the 31st it’s going to be a sprint,
but because I have blisters from wearing heels this week,
(They are beautiful,yet cruel)
I might have to limp across the line…does that count?
Can I be like the courageous athlete who runs the good race only to
have some calamity befall them, and then literally commando crawl over the finish line?
That’s heart right?
I’ve got heart.
I’m just tired.
How is it feeling out there to you?