Sometimes you get stuck
Going around and around
In circles, not just getting
Nowhere fast, but seeing
Exactly the same things
Over and over without end.
Sometimes you get stuck
Digging deeper and deeper
Into the ground, not finding
Buried treasure or insights,
But sinking further and further
From view, from light, from air.
Sometimes you get stuck
Climbing up and up and up,
Thinking you’re getting somewhere
But, never having looked around,
You one day notice you haven’t
Gotten anywhere at all.
Sometimes you just stop
All motion and look around
And breathe and look again
And give thanks for being there
And notice that you’re not alone,
And then the real work begins.
