The Unexpected
Someday, maybe
I will be unshakeable
unmovable
steadfast-
I tell myself.
So secure in
myself and the
present moment and
all the little minuscule things
that I control
That nothing and no one
will ever shake me up
unsettle or disturb me
ever again...
Like a monk
breathing out, breathing in
sheltered in stillness
empty of self and
full of wholesome mantras
tranquility and
peace-
I tell myself.
For I've had practice
in the unexpected-
and practice
makes perfect, right?
Unexpected pregnancy, alarming illnesses
accidental death, unlikely friendships
abrupt financial ruin, sudden second-chances
unexpected successes and
unexpected failures...
Come to think of it-
none of it was ever
what I expected, at all.
Copyright © Rhona Mcferran | Year Posted 2019
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