Grounded

Here I was, getting so much accomplished.  Then I got grounded.  I wonder whether we are sometimes grounded so as to get a new perspective on things.  Not driving, being on foot for another winter, I have to go slower, pay closer attention to the things around me.  Sometimes I am quicker to catch on than others.  Sometimes I get the point.  Sometimes I even get the punch line.

It seems that when I have done much

To complicate my life,

Some thing

Some one

Comes along

Grabs my attention

Says

Stop.

Here.

Now.

Sit in these complications.

There is little choice

But to sit.

When I have done much,

When I simply can*t do another thing,

I am reminded again.

It seems

When I don*t listen

And then

Don*t listen again:

I am brought to ground

To sit,

Watch the world spin.

I notice again

The sun does not use me

As its center point.

It rises and sets as it always does.

The stars continue in their courses.

They even twinkle,

Offer star giggles,

Like they know the same punch line

I do.