GOOD WEED WROTE THIS POEM

GOOD WEED WROTE THIS POEM

I’m pulling old poems out of the archives. 

Because there is nothing new I’ve learned, 

Nothing new to share. 

It feels like the journey is over.

But really, happily

It’s the stress and struggle that’s gone.

No body promised me a bowl of cherries. 

But no one ever taught me how to handle the pits. 

I’ve survived myself

As I like to say to the men

My age who are still here as well. 

Against the odds. 

Here’s to adventure. 

The hero's journey. 

Here’s to not knowing where you're going

But clarity about what it is you are going for.

It usually isn’t until my own honest pain

drops me to my knees

that i surrender who i think i am 

and let that frightened uncertainty

channel wisdom through God

who writes all the poems, 

the good ones anyway.

9/24/19

Playful Otter