December 13, 2025

365 days. Day 347.

if I put it off until later
pause for consideration 
perhaps it will not be 
the ugly pile of impossibility 
it looks like right now

if I simply allow it to simmer
like stock
cook it down a bit
reduce until it’s sticky like honey

then perhaps the
putrid spray of failure
might not
stain my clothing
ruin my shoes
cling to my hair

might instead smell sweet 
less like failure
and more like possibility 

and perhaps the wall 
will crumble on its own
without having to move
a single brick

photo by Scott Horn