Risky
We are masterful
at filling in calendar squares,
longing for the month-away party,
buying the perfect gift,
cheering on the underdog home team,
watching the hours till mystery’s
next episode is streamed,
salivating for favorite author’s
upcoming publication date
but are all too willing
to risk walking past
an unbidden dance step
while crossing the street,
ignoring a lone daisy
amid the brambles,
brushing off wisdom from
the least-expected lips
and missing a fall-from-the-sky
curl up with grandsons
to read the collected works
of Curious George.
8 thoughts on "Risky"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
So true! But I like to think us poets are at least trying to pay attention to those little moments of beauty. <3
Yes – that’s one of the things we’re good at!
Thanks for these words to the wise
Beautiful poem, and so right.
Love the poem, especially the last stanza and especially:
brushing off wisdom from
the least-expected lips
and missing a fall-from-the-sky
curl up with grandsons
to read the collected works
of Curious George.
And I did read 250 pages in one go to the two of them the other day. I can plan all the fun stuff I want to, but what happens on its own is often 10 times better!
Yes, I love your risks! Beautiful poem, and I enjoy Curious George too! I passed some large snowball bushes today on my walk on the side of a bank building. I went down the little path to see them better and told them how beautiful they were. A man going by eye-rolled me as one more nut hanging out downtown. I love it.
I love it too!