As a schoolboy, I heard the story of The Little Engine That Could.
An inspirational story. A valid story.
However, in my adulthood, the challenge is experienced a little differently...
So often I've said: I can’t I won't!
though I know
there's really no alternative:
I can't stop and continue to live.
Apparently, before I left the womb
I made a choice:
the choice involves a yoke--
but why would anyone want to wear a yoke?
Especially when the yoke attaches to a plow--
why would anyone want to pull a heavy plow?--
to pull a heavy plow uphill?--
where one can build luscious green terraces
giving wide views of the valley
to sprouting bean plants...
I use this line of questioning
when I need to lead myself
back to the reason for this work.
But though I know I must...though I know it's best
I'm still small enough to feel: I can't I won't
so to ease my fear
and move my feet--
and soothe the hurt
from what I must accept
I say: "okay, I will
I will for now."
I'm willing to be obedient
yet I also like to imagine
I actually have a choice.
© 2012, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology