i hope someday to have a

seat in a window, the kind

that opens to a garden

or the sea.

 

the kind that is sat at

while the heroine dreams

and gains clarity for the

battle ahead.

 

knees drawn up, book

lying beside, cup of tea

in hand.

 

i wonder if dreams like

these sometimes keep us

from getting started

because the ‘scene’ is not

quite set.

 

if only we had

the window seat or perfect

sunlit, quiet room, we would

 

write that book,

compose that song,

paint that picture,

sing to our heart’s content,

gain that vison or goal

that would give life

more meaning.

 

when the truth is

that if we do not intentionally

choose, we will never start 

at all

 

and sometimes those perfect

scenes are just a state of mind

that are within our power to

choose, to foster, to create

all along.

 

so, find a place of ease

wherever you are at and

 

hold that pen

grasp that brush

strum that instrument

mindfully plan that objective

 

and do not go another day

without using that natural

gift, growing that talent,

doing that thing you were

born to undertake

 

and the world will be

richer for it, and your heart

will be infinitely more as well.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

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