Last Legs

When the sun has risen
                         I am divided
                    into so many pieces
            I chop my words to please gods
                               who, I think, listen
                                                     at times
         & bury their head in their hands
                    when my choices are wrong

         And they’re often wrong

And I’m often proven right since
                    my burdensome show
                                of proof is never
                                    expecting things to
                                work — so

    When they do, when the flow rolls just
                                  Right &
I don’t have to think
I just feel …

And it’s marvelous


[Authors Note: inspiration “If” by Rudyard Kipling]

4 thoughts on “Last Legs

  1. This was such a magical poem, Lauren! 😀 Powerful blend of daunting anxiety over weaving just the right words and that warm rush of relief when it all comes together perfectly ❤ *chef's kiss*

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