It’s midway through February, and I have made no resolutions. But I have been thinking about all the things I would like to drop in 2017:

Stress
The delusion that this year (THIS is the year) I will be fit and slim
Books I will never finish
At least one of my jobs
Resentment
The two-day old donut I am contemplating eating as I stand at the kitchen counter
My need for certainty.
Blotus from my waking nightmares.
The fantasy that I will try meditation.

I want less.

Not want less.

But WANT less.

All those years of training have left their mark: Plan, Tina! Set goals. Reach for the stars. You can not only be anything you want, but everything you want.

I want less.

I want to flow. To float. Like that crusty old boat, stopping for a minute to drink at river’s edge, then being carried by tide and time to distant shores and tasty adventures.

I’m tired of all the wanting.

I’d like to turn off the motor and just drift.

For a while.

I’m going to drop
Desire
Resistance
I’m going to drop
The many notes-to-self
I’m going to drop them right in the bin.

I’m going to leave the dishes in the sink.
Let the other fairies clean them up.

I resolve
To make no decisions
Before their time
None.

I resolve
To be imperfect
To be small
To be headless
To write with air

I resolve
Dissolve
the ego
the titles
the boxes
I check
each day
the soap scum
that fogs my view
merciful

So I wrote today.
This is what I wrote.

Categories: Poetry

Tags: poem, Poetry, Reflections, resolutions, silence, Writing