Poetry Thursday: Walking alone

spiderman walking to work

There are things
that you alone
must do
and that you must do
alone
regardless of how the rest
of the world
is humming along

Resting
in the middle of commotion
running
while the world is asleep
leaving
when life is comfortable
staying
when the fleeing looks good

You may be wistful
or anguished
going to bed
while the party rages

You may be odd man up late
tending to your baby ideas
on long, cold nights
before they hatch

But how much worse
will you feel
when the thing in your heart
lies buried
under a thousand perfectly good reasons
why you couldn’t help it now.

No time is right
No time is wrong
Each minute, each hour, each day
extends itself wordlessly
for you to do with it
what you will.

What
will you do?

What
will we do
if you don’t?

The life you write for yourself
is yours alone
but the lives you touch
are everywhere,
on into eternity.

xxx
c

Image by Eneas via Flickr, used under a Creative Commons license.

15 comments

  1. Read this in my email and popped over here to say how much I loved it. It brings to mind two of my favorite lines ever, from Mary Oliver: “Tell me what it is you plan to do/with your one wild and precious life.” This is not a bad thing.

  2. What will you do?
    What will we do if you don’t?

    Powerful! I need to hear this every day. Thanks for your message.

  3. I’m not usually one for poetry but I love love your poems and totally catch what your throwing.

    I resigned from my job yesterday and while I have so many wonderful plans for the future, as one who has played safe for oh so long, the feeling I have is a mixture of elation and ‘Holy shit – what have I done?!’

    So, thank you for helping to remind me why I’ve just done what I’ve just done with another great poem.

  4. Awesome poem. Really hits home with what I’m going through. Right on time. Thank you.

  5. I love this thank you. Like others here I need to hear these lines everyday.

    But how much worse
    will you feel
    when the thing in your heart
    lies buried
    under a thousand perfectly good reasons
    why you couldn’t help it now.

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