Mt. Everest Grows Feet

...Or it's a poet thing

It’s Tuesday and it brings 5,689,000,000 things to do, say, think, see, try, buy, eat, hear, wear or not do, say, think, try, buy, eat, hear, wear today. Basically, they fall into categories like fear as in scary things you must avoid/prevent, or scary things you couldn’t avoid/prevent.

For example, I’ve only been up two minutes and I’m already faced with my first big choice. Should I click:  Cop on the Beat is a Bot or Catfish Finds Love on the Internet or Mt. Everest Moves an Inch or Mt. Everest Moves Three Feet. I didn’t know mountains had feet. Or I could click Seaweed that Tastes like Bacon and Is Healthier Than Kale. As opposed to Seaweed that Tastes like Seaweed, which is a line no one would click.

But I meant to talk about words. Especially verbs.  In my first life, verbs meant something.  Someone didn’t just walk, they sauntered or skipped or sprinted or slid in a door.  That’s a poet thing. They gathered themselves into a chair, whatever that means, or unfolded themselves out of a chair, or folded themselves into a corner or out of a bed. They shimmied or shimmered across the floor and placed themselves in the Cloud. 

Watercolor of blue animal. This is not a verb. It is another poet thing.

One day, my words refused to go where I thought they were going or end where I wanted them to end.  That was the last day of my first life, which was built on breath and heart and soul and words. Everything fell out of place. But I didn’t take No for an answer from me. Instead I decided it takes the right person, at the right time, to do what doctors thought couldn’t be done and I decided I better be that person.

It also takes the right person, at the right time, or the wrong person, at the wrong time, to make what previously would have seemed impossible the law of the land.

Sometimes things fall out of place. This, too, is good or bad depending on your point of view. Or points of view if you have more than one. Like I do at times. This brings me to spider silk. Spider silk is stronger than steel. It assembles itself. Stacks don’t. But I keep keeping on.