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The Obstacle

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the stone
the rock
the mountain
the other

     the creator
           of rivers
          of canyons
          of rapids
          of revealing weaknesses
          of scorching language
          of conspiracies
          of inconsistencies
          of the focused mind
          of strategic planning
          of annoyance
          of gnashing of teeth
          of giving up
          of trying again
          of joining together
          of splitting up
          of helping
          of being helped
          of reinventing
          of reinvigorating
          of revitalizing
          of new inventions
          of new vistas
          and new possibilities

               Blessed be the Obstacle
               for only It leads to the

                         Great Overcoming

The Breakthrough

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When you look through the choppy water
you wonder if those dark rocks
are really black-eyed sharks
And the grassy seaweed
is really phosphorus eels.
By the way
the jellyfish are really jellyfish
…and maybe the stinging kind.

It doesn’t matter though.

Your wooden boat
is splintering against the reef.
Either way,
you’re going to get wet
…and no amount of Dramamine will help.

Celeste, in Waiting

Celeste

Blue silk and pearls,
she sits in the Cafe of Last Resort.
Absinth and iodine in a tumbler before her.
She waits beneath a fan that spins slower than the earth
for someone to deliver an exit visa.
A sole violin weeps longingly in the background.
Her extreme beauty works against her;
others’ motives are always suspect.
No one approaches her table…again today,
She knows she cannot leave.
Men with thin mustaches grin and nod at her from the bar,
but she sees no refection in the mirror behind them.
That cannot be good, she reasons.
And of course, she is right.
She has chosen passionate disaster before.
Dithering between self-indulgence and self-denial
is a subtle form of self-abuse.
She will twist and squeeze her wrist until her pearls yellow
and the perspiration above lip turns blue.

Perhaps in the morning she will fly a colorful kite in the meadow.
Slip across the border with gypsies.
Her hair can be tied up; a cotton dress perhaps and barefoot.
No one would recognize her.
Or arise with the early mist to glide through the trees to the sea
to escape on a freighter
and maybe marry a sea captain…or a marine scientist
and raise beautiful children in Bimini or on the outskirts of Rio.
Maybe forget men all together and teach archery to nuns in a Spanish convent.

Anything is possible, she thinks.
She will try again tomorrow.