“Now the thing about time is that time isn’t really real.
It’s just your point of view, how does it feel for you?
Einstein said he could never understand it all.
Planets spinning through space,
the smile upon your face, welcome to the human race.
Some kind of lovely ride. I’ll be sliding down, I’ll be gliding down.
Try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride.” ~ James Taylor
Grouped on the red rocks, we attend
to our guide — Paul, muscles gleaming,
white-zinc-ed nose. He’s slid his mirrored
sunglasses up to emphasize our peril
if we forget to listen. Paddle like hell or
perish, it seems, bouncing from boulders,
swept along by the current not yet visible
on this peaceful loop of the river.
I’m ready in my bikini and life vest,
sure to be downright scintillating
when I bring this story home. So
present for this exhilaration
as our raft enters the narrow canyon, taken
gently at first, Paul steering adeptly,
our paddles held aloft, waiting
for the first rush of adrenaline when
his urgent voice demands action.
This is me, lissome, radiating joy
and beautiful in a way I didn’t realize
in those long-ago, pre-selfie days
when I had to etch my memories
deep and feel them all the way
to my bones. Remember this, I advise
even as I’m screaming at the cold shock
drenching as we spin out of control.
My ambition at this moment is to sell
everything I own, let go of the false
life of work and rent to enjoy all
my days in this river. Yesterday I learned
that time is as real as the earth
used to be flat. Resolving trauma is
easier now that I can gently call up
the hurting, living pieces and breathe
with them. It dawns on me now
as I welcome this radiant righteous babe
waving at me
slyly as she slips —
so hot! — into the calm water
of our destination: We’re all here,
like a dress-up box closed and forgotten,
opened today as I follow a clew,
rummaging through it
in response to word prompts.*
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Daily Addictions Prompt: Ambition