The Water is Wide

The Water Is Wide

I stand at the water's edge,
looking at my own swaying reflection
in the ebb-and-flow swirling seawater.

Who am I?
What will I become?

There is a small vessel in the distance,
moving ever closer to the sinking sun
on the horizon.

I watch that boat.

And it knows there are sandbars
and unseen dangers
that threaten
its way.

Still, it keeps going.

Because, beyond such ever-present dangers
lies its destination
on the Other Side.

Beyond the lurking, silent perils of what it cannot see
lies its goal...
its victory...
its proof that...

...It Can Be Done.

So it keeps going.

The Water is wide,
and even though the danger is always there,
the tiny vessel keeps going.

It steers clear.
It never gives up.

Similar to this vessel, I see my reflection--

Steady now, I am sure of where I will go,
of who I will become.

And I will keep going...

In the face of danger, I will keep going.
I will be somebody.
And I will never give up.

For the Water is wide, and there are so many possibilities--
chances and risks I must take

To reach my destination
on the Other Side.


April 3, 2006

Chess Match 2

Chess Match, Part Deux

When one pawn took a look,
the battle lines were clearly drawn.
It had it read, just like a book,
and it gave a little yawn.

The battle lines were clearly drawn;
its nose turned up, its head it shook,
and it gave a little yawn,
and settled back into its nook.

Its nose turned up, its head it shook:
“They’re all brains and no brawn.”
It settled back into its nook,
this quiet little pawn.

“They’re all brains and no brawn!”
It thought it was off the hook,
this quiet little pawn…
but it overlooked a rook!

It thought it was off the hook,
it had it read just like a book…
(but it overlooked a rook)
when one pawn took a look.


January 19, 2007

Chess Match

Chess Match

His name makes him the outcast...
It couldn't be normal, like Jake or Mike or Zach...
No, it had to be different; stand out:
"Blake," he says with a frown,
so I call him Montana.

He watches quietly, intently,
never saying a word,
never moving a muscle,
(pawn to H3) then laughs...
"You learn fast!"

His dark, smooth brown eyes
focus deep, deeper into mine,
trying to read my next move,
intimidation (he hopes) to deter the end result,
as my knight finds its way to F7.

"Check." "I'm trapped!" He's surprised?
After all, Montana taught me
all I know..."Good game."
(Okay, he let me win that time, he confesses, eyes filled with mystery...)
"But no mercy next round!"


January 19, 2007

....Just Another Ordinary Day

Well, this is it: Day One of my new blog.

Hope you'll stick around, ya know, check back every now and again to see what's going on in my world: The Land of Nowhere, Halfway Between Hicktown and the Boondocks.

I'm not promising anything, partially because of my philosophy that (most) promises are meant to be broken (it's only a matter of time!), but maybe you'll be able to relate to at least parts of "whatever's goin' on!"

All for now, but remember...the stars still shine bright in Dixie, even though the clouds may sometimes get in the way.