Make music of what you can...

AGAINST HESITATION

If you stare at it long enough the mountain becomes unclimbable.
Tally it up. How much time have you spent waiting for the soup to cool?
Icicles hang from January gutters only as long as they can.
Fingers pause above piano keys for the chord that will not form.
Slam them down I say. Make music of what you can.
Some people stop at the wrong corner and waste a dozen years hoping for directions.
I can’t be them.
Tell every girl I’ve ever known I’m coming to break her door down,
that my teeth will clench the simple flower I only knew not to give . . .
Ah, how long did I stand beneath the eaves believing the storm would stop?
It never did.
And there is lightning in me still.

Charles Rafferty