Just as I’m fascinated by self-made business moguls such as Richard Branson, Ray Kroc and Oprah Winfrey, I’m equally taken by those whose literary and poetic talents seem to come so easily. I’ve learned, however, that this ease I envy is an illusion. Success in both business and writing is an arduous journey.
I’ve come to accept my place in the journey and commit myself to continued practice. Yesterday’s events inspired me to write something with a poetic flair. I can’t formally claim it as a sonnet, haiku or ballade since my attempts at understanding the basics of iambic pentameter left me with a headache, but I figure I should write something than nothing at all.
Besides, today’s Sunday and I needed a little break from the job hunting process.
Two little girls sat in a meadow.
An old man came to them and said, ‘Look up! See the beautiful birds above you?’
In that instant a skein of geese soared overhead,
Outstretched wings and regal formations imparted only clues to their grand mystery.
The first little girl glanced up and replied, ‘I’ve seen a 1,000 more birds than that’ and returned her gaze to the ground.
The second little girl looked up and exclaimed, ‘Hello, birds!’ and kept her gaze to the sky.
The old man knew then who was open to the wonder that’s always above us.
Viola. Vi. Vivi.