Naked Pasta

November 29

ENDLESS PASTA

Having limits in a seemingly limitless universe makes me feel horribly inadequate.  I am a sad little creature in the face of overwhelming tasks.  Pressure and unwarranted ego compress my ability and eager disposition.  I am forced to see there are chores outside my qualifications and willingness. Going on in the face of crushing requirements extrudes my life force into a plateful of capellini lying exposed with no gravy to keep me warm.  It is hard to realize, in this world of wonder and delight a plate of naked spaghetti can’t do it all.

Put a penny in your sock.

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Relay

I have waited so long for the chase, the trap,

the dig a ditch for safety, to be over and here we are;

ringed, safe and surrounded.

Now the sweet work of living the life

we have striven for, striven to.

I now long to be my best, do my best,

for you are the best for me and I am the best for you.

I tense and press against the blocks;

the race I wish to run,

but all I knew was to wait.