Photo Credit: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
Courtesy of Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales
The Measure of Your Progress
All things want for adjustment,
demand the tightest grip
at the one precise moment
you're most likely to lose
it. Hold on! they always urge,
as if letting go were an option
you had not already considered.
You imagine how shifting gears,
loosening what you've held in
the dark recess of your throat
gone dry in the last week's tumble
of words, could become the measure
of your progress on any given day.
You open your mouth only to wait
for the cue — the wrench of the cap
from pen, notebook poised to take
down whatever's likely to end
this with advice you can live with.
© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas