only possibility

“The magic of each day lives in the unknown. It's waking up as one person, and accepting that when night falls, we may be someone else entirely. So, when you ask what my story is, forgive me----I'm not quite sure yet.”

                                                           J. Raymond

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this day I wake up

a little tired still

with a body that chastises for me all the years

of abuse and neglect

happy dog

is panting to hit the road

even though the road is yet unseen

in the profound darkness of late fall

the windows of the house star at me

black and empty

as I wander, and ponder

and wait for the light to come

I do not know what this day will bring

Oh, I know what is on my calendar

but life is not defined by the expected

but the unexpected

today I will have many choices

but they are scattered in front of me like the breadcrumbs scattered wildly

by a demented God

and I am often lost and confused

I have made enough poor choices to last a lifetime,

And beyond

people will come and go

news articles will appear on my computer

the phone will ring

and at the end of the day

I may well feel like a painting whose

Creator cannot leave well enough along

Sometimes, lately

The pondering has led to sadness

For things lost

For mistakes made

For friendships lost

For paths abandoned

and yet

it is this fact that I am constantly dying

and constantly becoming

that gives me hope

even now

for each moment where something is lost

becomes a moment of infinite possibility

no path is set

nothing is inevitable

the lonely grasping person

can find a sense of people

and get outside himself to notice, and focus others

the fearful person can find peace

the greedy person generosity

the cruel person, compassion

so often we fuse to our stories

but each story has not only a beginning

but an end

and in the freshness that is this moment

we seek to make the next right choice

and we begin again

For life changes

Our story changes

We change

Each day, each moment

We have no permanence

Only possibility