I love anything from Oliver Jeffers, he manages to fit so much between the pages of a picture book. Joy, without cliche.
Today I feel stuck, my kite up a tree
Inert, rigid, slothlike, fixed.
I should all over myself, tell myself that what’s happening isn’t good enough, that I need to be a productive member of society, a better parent
but that voice isn’t helpful, and it’s no help in getting me unstuck
But, if we’re thinking like Oliver,
maybe there’s a way out.
I take a step, tossing my shoe, hat, a friend’s bicycle
Small boats and big boats
Orangutans and lighthouses.
Nothing seems to work.
My kite is still stuck.
Elephant walks up, snuggles in, book in hand, no agenda other than being
Instead of pushing, and tossing, and flailing away
I think it’s best I take a step back, draw in, take a breath,
and let the wind do its work