An Old Poem: Beginnings

 

I KNOW THAT IN ORDER TO EVOLVE WE HAVE TO DO NEW THINGS 

BUT BEGINNING IS HARD

BEGINNING / SOMETIMES  FEELS LIKE A  WALL 

OR LIKE / STANDING AT THE EDGE  OF A PRECIPITOUS FALL.

MY FIRST STEPS  ALWAYS FEEL SO / SMALL.

AS THEY’RE  SWALLOWED / BY THE ENORMITY OF EXPERIENCE

AND I’M THROWN  NAKED INTO THE UNKNOWN.

TAKEN COMPLETELY OUT OF MY NORMAL CONTEXT AND

FORCED TO FORM A / NEW COMPARATIVE PARADIGM.

I RESIST NEW THINGS / FOR FEAR  OF APPEARING A FOOL IN PUBLIC.  

UNCONSCIOUSLY SUPERIMPOSING  PAST FAILURE OVER MY FUTURE POTENTIAL.

I BECOME MENTALLY TRAPPED / BY STATIC HABITS  UNWILLING TO ACT  

UNTIL I’VE PREDICTED / EVERY POSSIBLE FUTURE  VARIABLE IN ADVANCE.

BUT / I’VE GOT TO BE WILLING / TO TAKE A CHANCE

CIRCLING A  RUT IN THE  RUNWAY / FEELS LAME  

AS YOU REMAIN  AT THE  SHALLOW END  OF THE  SEA OF POSSIBILITY.

I GOT TO DIVE IN WITH WATER WINGS / STOP OVER THINKING THINGS.

FORCE MYSELF  TO PERFORM / SCARY ATTRACTIVE ACTIONS AND 

LET FRESH ADVENTURE  FUEL MY OPPORTUNITY ENGINES.

START FLYING  LIKE A LION LET LOOSE IN THE LIBRARY

ALL DOGMATIC FACT  FORGOTTEN IN FIGHT OR FLIGHT.

AND / STOP PRETENDING THAT LIFE IS ONLY  SENDING ENDINGS

GROWING YOUNGER  AS  BEGINNINGS ACCRUE  

CAUSE / YOU’RE ONLY AS OLD / AS THE NEW THAT YOU DO.