Water-falling buckets

i am more than happy
to be a cog in this wheel
as one who passes that baton
that has already been passed
by so many of
my teammates,
to so many of my
teammates.

i don’t need to invent anything,
or repackage something else.

and i am happy to be
one who doesn’t win the race often,
or ever, but gets to
make it to the show, serendipitously
through others,
on most days. And when i don’t,
i know – that everything doesn’t rest on me.

the world will turn even without me,
but loves me anyways.

i am more than happy
to be one of this many
of this many that is one,

breathing allows me to be
a precious, tiny cog in this wheel
that turns like water-falling buckets,
yeah, that.

there’s a central axis that can’t be
pointed at.

right now there are so many baskets
opening with the harvest of
sitting dormant all through the winter;

the hardest work done,
was no work at all.

 

14 thoughts on “Water-falling buckets

  1. Deborah's avatar Deborah the Closet Monster

    I love this. More and more, this is where I’m coming to be. I haven’t yet begun to fathom how everything fits together, but I do know … I’m happiest when I sit back, breathe, and appreciate all that is, with or without me.

  2. I must say this is a very nice piece of work. Nice in that it draws you in with apparent simplicity but says so much, it becomes really powerful. The last five lines are brilliant.

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