Thursday, June 16, 2022

When the path is clear

So grateful for the days when the path 
Is wide and clear; dry and speckled with light. 
I’m learning to be grateful as well 
For the days when it seems 
I’m bushwhacking through the woods 
Or backtracking, lost, and circling round 
To the same wrong results repeatedly — 
If only because they teach me by comparison 
 To more fully appreciate 
 What good fortune I do find. 
I wish I were more like Edison, and could say 
 I have not failed, but simply found 
10 thousand ways that do not work.

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