Attitude
Nestled between the Rogue and Chetco rivers
seasoned by the salt air,
pampered into a solitary life,
three months ago and beyond
restless, uncomfortable,
ill-fitting, this tiny community and me.
When on the wind and in the water
the restlessness dissipated.
Nearer here to nature and content
with myself, no fight here.
We can make what we can from
any situation, or we can refuse to
get comfortable and instead wrestle with
ourselves,
until we quit in disgust,
or lie down in despair,
because we wanted something
more than we can see,
more than what we have now.
But one step sideways
and a little bit back,
we would have found
what we wanted right here.
It is all in the attitude,
and if being right, means more
than being happy,
you'll disappear and the person
filled with disappointment
and hate will welcome your body
and stake claim, until
you're willing to change your attitude.
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