Bleak grey sky and a pocketful of adventure
The stinging cold tempered by a little hope
In disbelief, I sat trying to turnover an engine of dreams
That would not start
Just an endless clicking
No purring come-to-life signifyer
My engine guy’s name is Joe (of course it is –
All the best mechanics are so named)
It’s probably a dead battery, Joe said
Dead in the frozen ocean of snow
The biting wind nipped at my hands
While I looked within
At a terminal problem
One can labor under the weight of options
For hours or days
Choices and consequences and possible futures
Strung out in an infinite array
A pressure to decide just to have made a decision
Tempered by an internal patience
More information
Sit with the complications
Until reduced to a precise simplicity
Better connections
Cleaned and cleared of the past
Replace the core
Take the time it takes, but make it quick
Stick with it until the solution arrives
Until the word is go
Wait
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