There is activity
all around me.
Saws
cutting lumber
into
the necessary lengths
for building something
that offsets
what
is being destroyed
elsewhere
in the great
softshoe
and tune
way of things.
I do my best
to hum
and shuffle along
forgetting the tune
now and then
when
my mind wanders
after something
perhaps miraculous
that
has caught its attention
causing me to improvise
a step or two
just enough
to keep my balance
until
I catch up with
the song and dance
again.
I know
the others are
looking for me
concerned that
without them
I might forget
to tie my shoelaces
when
they come undone
and end up
in more trouble
than I could
possibly imagine.
They
know me well
and are right
to be concerned
but sometimes
you
have to
go it alone
nothing heroic
taking a chance on
what you see
and hear
off in the distance
business
of the heart.
