By John Dorroh
For those of you who can see through the fog
to the other side of the river; to those of you who
dance until 3 in the morning and never sit down;
to those of you who have a secret contract with God
to minimize your distractions, your general life hassles,
your assurance that one day you will live in some palace
with gold porch columns and beds made of clouds,
I salute you and curse you simultaneously, wishing you
no physical harm; I’m just passing through.
To those of you who gutted your plans to become someone
you didn’t expect, like planting the eyes of a potato
and getting green beans; like starting out for a road trip
to Colorado and bedding down in Waterloo, Illinois;
like expecting a check in the mail and getting a notice
from the IRS that you will be audited, I wallow in your
shared expressions of awe and bewilderment, reaching out
to you to say that we have all been around, up, and in the poop
shoots of life.
Our individual positions in life are mere pin points on an
infinite spectrum whose color field stretches from the center
of the sun, all the way to Uranus, and out into spaces unknown.
So to those of you who think you’ve got it all figured out,
I say good luck with that, and I sincerely hope that you end
up being more on spot than most of us poor suckers
who deal with the cards that are dealt to our hands.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 