Second Chances
You can stumble through life
Never noticing
The voice of your own muse
Your body’s intuition
Your connection to all things
Great and small
You can ignore
How They call to you
Never confronting
How you avoid vulnerability
Through attachment to old wounds
Or you can leave behind
What can never be undone
Along with everything else
That neglects This World
And rejoice:
You are never alone
Sometimes we need to fall
Like an old sea heavy with salt
Sinks beneath freshwater upwelling
Rest assured:
The tide lifting
You back to shore
Celebrates your arrival.
laura k. kerr, phd
Scholar, writer, gardener, birder, yogi
Student of art, poetry, and sustainable living
“So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.” — Mary Oliver, poet