Poem By Carol Daly
A word or a few in praise of Rituals, of which we know can heal
Walking and running, meditation and yoga all help us cope and deal
In wake of Irene the streets today were filled people rambling
For flashlights -water -cans of tuna in stores they all were scrambling
The rain began and I felt a disappointment that I might night be able to run
The clouds were thickening, umbrellas opening and the storm had hastily begun
I took a chance and went outside and the rain began to cease
My music on and water belt in place my breath let out a sigh of release!
An hour before I’d heard from someone that a guy I love had another
I had no claims but my heart sank just the same and I wanted to run for cover
In a moment running I decided to advance, and not give in to “the mind of madness”
But to see this as an opening for my own new love to come—and not for sadness
In that same moment running when music, movement and endorphins all unite
I decided on a victory for my friend, for me, for them, for us, for all to be alright
No spite, no walls, no gloomy falls I’m expertly navigating an unpredictable stream
I choose hope! I choose love in its many forms! To live true to myself and all my dreams
