One arm in partial obedience

One arm in partial obedience, one dead wood.

One leg lumpily clumsy.

A body heavy and leaning,

All aches and invisible restraints.

The annoyance of working with uncooperative air,

Manoeuvering in ungiving space.

Levering into resistant, recalcitrant clothes.

And having to give up.

Exhausted before the day starts.

I have strayed too far from my hard won wisdom,

The gentle balm of acceptance.

I have fallen into the trap of thinking this struggle matters

Til God becomes a distant, other facing glow.

Soon I must let go

And find the stream that runs below ground.

Reality is not determined by agendas.

I want again to meet it

In moments of attentive observation.