A Series of Beautiful Mistakes

If I’d sat down earlier in my life

& considered what lay ahead,

I wouldn’t have thought I’d be here,

I wouldn’t have thought I’d work there,

and I wouldn’t have met you.


If I’d taken out a book

& on each page drafted a year,

I couldn’t have written this narrative,

I couldn’t have developed these characters,

I couldn’t have drawn this conclusion.


If I’d counted all the days on average

& plotted them against x & y axes,

I could have studied the curve & calculated

my final point, the point of my life,

in exact Cartesian precision, cogito ergo sum.


If I’d planned every day to achieve maximum efficiency

& return on investment, I would have raced through,

leaping days like hurdles with nothing but goals in mind,

focussing on defined achievements,

that would have filled out a resume & supported a career.


But instead I simply flowed

through a series of beautiful mistakes,

.                                                           a life.


A Celtic Blessing

Postcard bought from Loch Fyne Gallery, Tarbert, Scotland, Friday, 4 December 2015


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