Here in the Community Advocate office I spend a lot of time with people sorting through life looking for a place where the ground doesn’t shake so much. I find that the fear of what we don’t know often keeps us in places we’d really like to escape. To that windowless room I write:
It’s okay if you don’t know
because most people don’t but we sail on anyway
even when the stars aren’t aligned
and the traffic lights are burnt out on both sides
Just because you don’t know doesn’t mean
Except that you don’t know.
So you can strike out — believe me the road will be crowded
You won’t be standing out there alone
in your underwear like that dream you are always having
What if you did it? Strike out I mean —
Because that thing you don’t know/that thing you wonder about
Is squeezing between the nouns and adjectives of your life
looking for a verb
So what if you ask that question
Stick your head around that corner/pull a book from that bottom shelf
gaze into the kaleidoscope?
You never know is one of my two favorite mantras
The other — well you’ll have to ask me sometime
But for now
What might happen if you
Rearrange the furniture of your life
And you test the small seed theory
And make a mad dash right in the middle of a solemn retreat?