had I known
did I need to know
what lied ahead in the tunnel
inside the vibrating tail of the devil
would I have been different
grasping, clenching hard
the rocking lashes
of worry and trying
too hard and too much
what changed
life changed
I changed
stirred
I am now outside
of myself, of wrong caring, of wrongdoing
the tail is my catapult
to
a better view of experiences
life’s celluloid
grit, failure, redemption all reconcile
coloring bright now this film
of thankfulness and peace
stirring, projection
the beauty of
the unimagined
skipping stones 