Train in England with Lake District in background

What Works

3/8/09

Patiently I'm making strides

spurts and sputters have shifted

as a smooth grace prevails

beginning to see things manifest

in accumulated small changes,

and I feel like a locomotive

having found right fuel mix

to propel myself up slippery slopes,

tight turns, those steep grades

that threaten to suck me back

from the sheer weight of dreams,

those I pull behind as boxcars

filled with ideas, possibility, potential,

if for some reason I'd try to stop,

even when tracks showed a fork

I've been able to navigate direction

willing to accept 'what is', now,

being realistic with life's circumstances

listening to Source showing the way

while continuing to live, love, laugh,

find the silver lining in all things

every event that comes as surprise,

contrary to my hopes and prayers

striving onward, a steady 'conductor',

on course to find what works.