PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS
There is a penny in the bathtub. I wonder who stood in there with loose change. Possibly confusing it for a wishing well, the penny was tossed in. The stories I could tell the hopes that tantalize my mind, elves and leprechauns, dreamers and optimists all trundle through my thinking. When I don’t know the answer, I can now at least look for the best, the sweetest thoughts. I don’t run to the dark and threatening disasters. I have lost the lease to my personal black cloud, the one that used to follow wherever I went. I can smile now and think of pennies from heaven. The first drop landed in my tub.
Think of what a spider and a whale have in common.
The spins and pirouettes I have preformed
in an attempt to avoid facing the music,
were impressive but futile and ultimately
delayed the beauty possible for me in this life.
When I stop my running and turn on my heel
there is a world of harmony waiting
to take me for a turn out on the dance floor.
Melody is not what I was expecting.
I was so sure I would be drummed out of my life,
not trumpeted in.
My surety set in motion much of my convoluted activity
and caused me great distress.
It is high time I listen with eyes open
and my reactions leashed;
Allowing the tune to introduce me to life
and lead me to my bliss.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault