There are no shortcuts

This is Ethyl

She lives in the horse barn next door

and stops by my patio occasionally
on her daily rounds

Something has caught her attention

on top of my pergola

a bird

perhaps

eager to reach whatever

her eyes have set upon

she cannot find an
easy route

 the task at hand

looks insurmountable

and she returns
to her original state

determining

it is just

too much effort

for the prize.

~

Some days I feel like that
when I sit down
in front of my computer
and try to come up with words

But sit
I must
and think and ponder
and occasionally pace

to find the right words
that will fill my page
and the next page
and the page after
until that
day

my book is published

but the prize will
not be in the publishing

but in the
doing

of such matters.

~
There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.  
~Beverly Sills~

 

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