Procrastination

Click here and see how easy -
yes, but beware of habit, these
driven people will take you for
all the fortitude available for
drinking water there, see the
spite in fountains, unkept by
public ventures, bankrupt
for daring so.

You see the night comes
quickly here, this path chosen
may lead to dry gulches, dry
lanes, brazen courage it is to
follow one's course, awake
at all, these visions dance -
but tarry not there -
surely you know, to, not.

It kept me there for a fortnight,
or so it seemed to me as I
waxed of days plagued with mud
slowing the wheels of carriages,
horses struggling with water,
paving trails taken - sure -
and stay there if you have not
sense about you.

But beckoning was this new
way, this trial before me, too
as getting lost behind me was
something that could be lost
from me for a while, while I
tried gaining on, or making a
foothold in creating, making
forging a path in molten iron.

And I say it has been dreamed
as it lay before me, a plan not
crazy, well considered, and today
seemed sensible as well.
And why not now, my senses
said it was possible, and true
and straight as the catamaran
takes wind and rides it well.

Still I saw the raw fault line,
the capsizing capable foolhardyness
of the path, if not for sensible
creatures who I spoke with at length -
or now it seems to be reality
that shakes blood, that dares to
dream and put pavement,
blood and sweat to it - now.

So it's considered to be raw
and mean, but real all the same -
this sail before me, this triumph
of wills, that wants wait, but says
no, to wait, but do to possible -
and it does. And then again it
says, watch while it happens,
and even so, credits pile for
when courage will win again.

© 2013 Larry Ingram