Saturday, April 07, 2012

I walk down another street



Apple Tree in Vermont
photo from Mary @
http://traveloguefortheuniverse.blogspot.com/                                    

       
“I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.”
Portia Nelson, There's a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery 

2 comments:

Webster said...

I Love this poem. I am going to try to find the book. Thanks Herrad. I hope you're feeling a little better.

Herrad said...

Hi Webster,
I'm glad you like the poem, why don't you ask Mary where she got it from.
Perhaps she can tell you the name of the book. I am feeling a little better now.
I hope you're well and can enjoy.
Love,
Herrad