Soon, the rest stop
Stress claims it can talk to you in any language.
It prides itself on being universal.
Some self-help book claims Don't Sweat the Small Stuff,
which means Sweat for Sure the Big stuff, I guess...
Sometimes, as Bukowski said in a poem, it's the small stuff
that drives you over the ledge.
A broken shoelace was Bukowski's metaphor.
You step back two inches, take a breath,
realize you aren't dead or close to dying,
that there is no blood pouring out of you,
take another breath, take a step forward,
say, what a tiring way to dance, but the music
is still playing and you do hear it and
soon, the rest stop, the one where they can
let you kick off your shoes and socks and wiggle your toes
and say, yeah, dang it, i am still alive, and in the
ever changing game.
Soon this computer is taking a short journey to a new berth
and once it is all hooked up and singing, the dance
will continue.
---Scott Wannberg |
