Fish’n

sea cucumber

Setting out to catch some fish
I needed something for the main dish.
I outfitted my line with the latest rig
hoping to catch something rather big.

A nice fat salmon from the lake,
was what I wanted to take
for dinner tonight would be a fryin’
and the hosts’ tale wouldn’t be lyin’.

As my mind began to wander,
on delightful foods to ponder,
I felt a bite on my line
Oh yes, that salmon will be mine.

I tugged and pulled every which way
muttering aloud for it to sway
till finally, the sea let go of its treasure
how big was this fish, I would measure.

My line burst from the water, up toward the sky
my stomach lurched and I felt like I was gonna die
as I gave my prize a long hard look
’twas not a salmon on my hook!

Staring hard at this ugly mound
I could not bring this homeward bound.
For what I snagged from its aquatic slumber
was but an ugly sea cucumber!

My Life

indian-national-flower-lotusI’ve dreamed many things over the years;
What to do, where to go and who to see.

Nothing prepared me for the lows
life had to offer,
I just lived through them and learned.

Nothing prepared me for those mediocre days
that left me wondering, why am I here, why I’m with you
or what I’m supposed to do with this life.

Nothing prepared me for those wonderful
days that left me breathless and full of exhilaration.
Those days when I’d walk around with
eyes wide open, filled with fascination and awe.

Everything has come together bit by bit.
Those dreams have come alive, not by accident,
but by perseverance and determination.

My life is coming together
with the why, the what and the who
. . . . because of you.