The Start

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

I took a deep breath

and thought to myself,

“I can do this.

I want to do this.”

I looked at my tools,

I examined my plans,

I thought and pondered,

I began with my hands.

“I can’t finish this in one day”

I thought to myself.

And yet, just for today,

I’ll do what I can,

That’s all I can say.

And so, I started.

Progress was slow,

even then, I worked

at what I know.

And sooner than soon,

my work took shape.

It had form and foundation.

I thought of a finish date.

You see, don’t you,

that it is the small whacks,

the repeated daily attempts

toward our dreams

that yield the best results?

The wise man once said,

You don’t have to be great to start.

You do have to start to be great.

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Under the Influence

 

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

I’m under the influence

and so are you.

My musical choice this morning

is influencing me.

My bedtime reading last night

influenced me.

The sweet treats I eat

have an influence on me.

As does the morning news,

the birds chirping outside my window,

and my friendship choices.

You and I … we are

under the influence.

And what are we doing

about that?

Influences are good and bad,

right and wrong.

Purposeful and not so much.

Influences happen even when unaware,

mostly when unaware.

Music sways me,

Smells and tastes sway me.

Kind words or the lack thereof

sway me.

We never escape the power of influence.

So, I suppose, we had better

place a governor on the most important

influences and sources of enlightenment.

Perhaps it is time for on-purpose influences.

Otherwise, we might be influenced.

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The Escalator

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

The escalator stopped.

I was on my way up.

It stopped in mid-journey.

Now what?

I thought this trip

would be an easy one.

I thought I was on the

right track to where 

I was headed.

I had to choose.

I could stay where I was

and hope for a fix.

Or I could do the harder thing

and start climbing up or down

and make my own way.

I called out.

I yelled, 

I hollered,

I beckoned,

I pleaded.

Nothing!

And when no one came 

to my rescue, I made 

the tough choices.

I had to move, take control 

of my lot in life.

After all I had 

things to do,

an agenda,

and places to be.

And I did what 

I needed to do.

If you think this is about 

broken escalators,

then read it again.

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