bored
Most folks are about as bored as they make up their minds to be.
:- Doug.
My precipice is perfectionism
So good enough is my friend
Who helps me get my work working
:- Doug.
If you thought of yourself as an elder of your tribe, what would be your task or gift?
:- Doug.
What do you want your family to know about you? What’s not obvious?
:- Doug.
Conversation cooks. Get in there and mix it up, soften, sear, release your flavors. Be tasty, become juicy, add your lingering aroma.
:- Doug.
What kind of person do I want to be? What kind of person do I seem to be? Poet, lawyer, whole-maker: whatever good there is there is still a message, still a work I’m doing, still a truth to tell. I must keep on getting to it.
:- Doug.
See into people before I answer, what kind of person are you, what sort with me, what sort does your original you want to be?
:- Doug.
My head cannot stand alone—it needs its supports: feet and legs and stomach and heart.
:- Doug.
How do we bring you to whole
When you want to pull apart
Your heart I think is torn & hurts
& so does mine for all I want
—all we want—is to hug to hear to be heard
:- Doug.
How to shift bicycle gears & when
I grew up when bikes were one speed
& a ten-speed was a rich boy’s toy
So I never knew
Once after I married I got a 5-speed
the handle grip twists & clicks to change
but never figured out which gear was high
or why you’d choose any one
I saw a man pedaling faster than his wheels
—Why? & if I’m going uphill?
Someday someone tells the secret &
then it all makes sense—is easier
—or they don’t
:- Doug.
You are other, different, drawing us to something higher, yet intimate, a part of us, the very heart of us.
:- Doug.