A big and dangerous life

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I don’t have a big or dangerous life.

As soon as I type that,
I know it’s not true.

Everyone’s life is big
and dangerous.

That’s because we’re alive.

No matter how carefully I walk
I stumble into puddles of sadness
and streams of disappointment.

So turbulent
and unpredictable is
my personal weather system,
I should never leave the house
without a raincoat
and my wellies.

A few days ago
bravely I opened
my butterfly wings
against the wind
and forgave someone.

The sky cleared.
A plum tree blossomed at the top of the hill.
In Boston the snow stopped falling.

In my big and dangerous life
I’m learning to make my own weather.
 

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