I have never feared the unknown.
Instead, it is the possible,
the likely and the certain
that give me pause.
Rarely do I avoid
the path less travelled,
but instead I eschew
the known road.
That crowded and banal concourse,
due to some strange, inexplicable aversion.
I’m not much of a leader,
but I have never liked following
and the broad brush of mediocrity
often sits unused in my studio.
Seldom do I dwell on the domestic,
the pedestrian and the everyday;
it seems that mine is a mind
made for dreaming.
Given to flights of fancy,
and sudden shifts in perception.
Wild and unpredictable with passion
and unafraid of leaps of faith.
Undaunted by words like “No”,
or, “Impossible”.
I have never fit in
and the older I get,
the more thankful I am for that,
because I am strange enough
for the company of interesting people.
My circle is small, but eccentric.
Unfortunately for the curious,
the dishes need doing,
the house needs fixing
and the day job that most of us
must invariably keep,
must be attended with a modicum
of diligence.
So, we find creative ways
to excel at these things, too.
Ensuring that when we do,
by no choice of our own, mind you,
find ourselves upon that path,
congested and slow moving,
we are proud to be walking
towards our destination
with purpose in our eyes
and a spring in our step
and sometimes wearing a chicken suit.
HG – 2016
