Some fantasize about leaving their reasonable lives of routine and moving to an exotic land . I dream about being an accountant. If only my passion was the tidy logic of columns and sums, not the metaphor of alchemy or search for meaning in a swallow’s cursive scrawl, I would not have to leave the comfort of my couch, my book, my afghan– hunting epiphany.
As much as I long for security and stasis, I must risk. The self that roils within does not allow for security. I must throw myself into the wind , seek the impractical but passionate dream— hazard failure without remorse.
I dive and fall, and trust life to carry me to the surface, for I too, am the fourth ship.
I recite, Carmen Tafollas, Voyage.
Which ship are you?
For the next several weeks, vsvevg will be published from the United States of America.
Another wonderfully recited poem, Abby. I’m a mix: a nomad who loves stability, a wandering homebody, an organized creator. Enjoy your stay in the States!
That sounds like the perfect combo. I could use some of that balance, especially the organized part 🙂
Funny! I thought I’d replied, to you, well… thanks again, and again…:)
Thank you Letizia, you’re a great combo! I could definitely use more balance, as it sounds like you have.