“Life sucks,”
the Buddha said,
scratched and smiling.
The falling makes you bleed,
abrasions in the tumbling,
sometimes broken bones
or even dying,
which you think is someone else’s problem.
And so you perch
on that slippery slope,
angry at the wobble,
trying to find a balance
– no, a perfect balance –
and get mad at your wiggling
and try not to hear the mountain rumbling
because it is terrifying.
The falling is inevitable.
And personal.
Coming soon to a theatre near you.
Very soon and very near.
You can choose to wait for the earthquake,
or the avalanche, or the mudslide.
If you like high drama, cling a little longer.
Or you can choose today,
with its gentle springtime
or lush summer
or auburn cool or diamond frost
… today would be good
to start rolling.