This snowy early November morning I awoke inspired to flex my creative muscles and ever so slightly tout myself. My poem follows…
The Elephant’s Voice is Finally Heard!
I awoke one day to find myself lost;
Waiting to feel better, no matter the cost.
What I had wished for was a magic cure
With little effort put forth as the allure.
Procrastination and deflection had imperceptibly worn me down;
Sporting my day to day ‘busy-ness’ as a crown.
Meanwhile my discomfort with how my body did move
Kept me and my ‘joie de vivre’ out of the groove.
Suddenly I called to mind that the basis of healing
Is listening and being present in the feeling.
And that, like an elephant in the room, the body knows best
Never forgetting and trumpeting at one’s unwitting behest.
In that fateful moment I decided to tune in
And heed my body’s pleas through my loud ‘mind din’.
“Please, oh please, give my aches some attention,
I long to move with ease and release long held tension.”
I bounded out of my bed with a new found drive
To find someone to help me and my body to thrive.
I’d call on the one I could trust with my safety
Who’d revive and re-balance; no Johnny-Come-Lately.
With a quarter century of expertise in healing and body wisdom,
She’d quell my inner elephant, restore me and then some.
My day happily moves on with a plan to focus on me
Looking forward to a return to my sumptuous “Yippee!”
NOV