Safe and Sound

We think we're safe now.

What a delusion.

Stop expecting safety.

Those seductive moments when you think

"At last I'm safe"

will tie you fast to the unbending mast.

 

Regard instead the steam that rises

as you pour boiling water

into the squat green teapot

in early morning.

Illuminated by rays

of just-risen sun that struggle through

the unwashed (sorry!) glass door,

the steam's swirls are gossamer spirals

that shift and curl from the pot

like friendly spirits come for a morning chat.

Pour more.

 

And thus should our lives be:

As fluid and uncatchable as wisps of steam.

"Safe" stops the flow.

 

 

Copyright 2012 Ann Tudor

www.anntudor.ca
http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com