The farther up the mountain we went, the smaller the road became. I was on the outside and for most of the way the drop was severe–with no siderails or walls or shoulders. Vertigo? Yes.
The Zen of Fear
I don’t know what’s in front of me,
can’t recall what’s in the rear.
Don’t know if I should run full force
or if I should veer.
I guess I will just take what comes
and enjoy the ride.
Life is so much better spent
with fears all set aside.
The Pensivity Three Things Challenge prompt today is Front, Rear, Aside.
Postscript:
Forgottenman says I should include our Skype conversation that took place between my writing of this poem and its posting, so here goes:
Judy, 11:54 PM: what should I name the poem I’m about to post? Yeah I know yer drunk, but you do some of your best thinking in that condition! ;o)
Forgottenman, 11:56 PM: Heh, yep. I’m thinking! My first drunken thought is The Zen of Fear.
Forgottenman: 12:01 AM: Wow – you actually titled it that!
Judy, 12:01 AM: Well I always do. I used the title you suggested yesterday, too! It was a good title. I could write poems all day long but I am usually stymied by the titles. I still don’t have a title for my Ethiopia book after twenty years!!!!! Can’t finish and publish it until I do.
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