I am going for the LEAST SLOPE, as I attempt to climb my metaphorical mountain. Perhaps, if I walk around it enough times (what to others may look like procrastination, but is really time well spent assessing the situation), I can find the path of least resistance. Didn’t work, hasn’t worked prior to now, but perhaps I am a touch SLYER than before. I aspire to be like a SLEEK animal – a weasel, perhaps, or maybe like it’s cousin, the otter. Yes, that’s it: I will be clever and playful as I sort out my approach to the daunting tasks ahead of me.

Georg’ann

A MOVIE he says I won’t like
is a gauntlet thrown
It sounds intriguing
Is a gesture of goodwill
To watch instead of play
that Scrabble game I wanted

In retrospect it was CRUEL
Not listening to my own wishes
To play with words
Not trusting that just maybe he really does know me

As do friends who later hear how we tried
To ring in this new year
“We loved it, and knew you’d hate it.

What is it in me that yields
My own desire and knowing
Am I me still
Do I want to be
Am I known
Do I want to be
Essence and evolution
Comfort and or constraint

Need everything become so heavy LADEN, can it not
Just be a simple matter
of a choice I made
and wished I hadn’t?

That was how it played

In short, I went to SLEEP
Disengaged gently
Gave us both the space be
This SLEEK panther had no need to use her claws
or growl her chosen discontent
Lithe body languid

Heather