This Position

Oh God, it’s raining,

my plan’s fallen through,

I can’t stick to what I was going to do.

I can’t go out there

in the cold and the grey

and all this low pressure around me today.

I’m going back to my comfy warm bed

With a nice cup of tea and a book instead.

What, give up? my soul cries

Why, it’s only some weather!

And it’s only there so that you can see whether

You’ll learn how to read it, or foolhardy go

Into storms and black clouds like a million before

without what you need; going out ill-prepared

Well, of course that’s just reckless, and badly you’ll fare

But get the right kit; use the wisdom you’re given

Get on your bike and remember you’re driven

By a soul that shines in you, no matter the rain

(and remember that soul comes along with a brain)

For the day could well brighten, or rage the storm might

But still, you’re an infinite being of light!

The worst of my tempests is no imposition

To one with a positive disposition 🙂

Lucille 2013