Tuesday, October 13, 2020


          Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
               -Søren Kierkegaard

Happiness is not 
what you thought it was 

the moment 
you first slithered up 
from the dross.

The security 
you sought bartered 
courage as the cost.

Now you're most surely 
as alive 
as you're lost:

hopping—at best, 
rock to rock, 
lily pad to lily pad, 

hoping to stick 
the next slimy landing;

ecstatic when you manage,
every pore tingling with the zest 

of once again having 
certain damage—but only 

for a second, 
and never 

having done so
in the same manner twice.