June 14
Circular Needles
I react badly when I find a loose thread because I never
know what might be unraveling. I have
knit my heart out; have dropped an occasional stitch to be sure. Unbeknown to me these little holes in my
logic wait for the stress of overextension to run through the length of my
life, untying earnest work. If I could
catch these unsecured thoughts before it all goes too far, I might have a
chance to hook back into the main fabric and prevent this unfurling of
collateral. When the cord is cut and the
line flaps freely real panic ensues.
Even if capture of both ends is possible, knots are awkward, unseemly
and gauche. I was planning a seamless
life, smooth and beyond reproach. My
fear of reprisal flares before the ever-burning coals of abject self-doubt have
a chance to be felt. This banked inferno generates the things which bake and
fry my nerves, burn my threads and disintegrate my mantle. I need to put out the fire before I re-knit
my world.
Teach desire to breathe
*
TOO FAR, TOO FAST
Balloons filled with hydrogen
Race the atmosphere and fly away
The effect is stunning
So much lift for just pennies
The easy way has no line, no waiting
Fast dirty service is available
Risk assessment is counter-balanced
With dramatic outcome
Low initial cost and instant gratification.
How can I not want to rise above the crowd?
How can I not want it now?
Hydrogen is quick and plentiful,
Volatile, yes but why should this bother me?
I have a Higher Power to protect me
It’s not as if I were playing with fire,
I am only tempting it!
