It is almost always worth it
to negotiate. There are mountains
and chasms and rivers within us,
and the maps we've drawn up
or we've each been given
don't line up - or they may not
work with the ones
that others have. Or perhaps
yours are just too folded up, re-folded
wrong, dog-eared, worn
and origami'd into airplanes, place mats,
repurposed in all sorts of creative shapes,
the letters and directions all chafed
and worn off, from too much good use
to be used anymore as maps.
You have to negotiate
each path, ford and crossing,
with your own eyes
open, wide and see
that the other is with you. The only way
it can ever not be worth it
is where the other person's not willing
to negotiate it with you.
And at that point, sure,
you must give up. You
can't ford a river together
against one of your wills. The rushing water
is enough, without
trying to push past that.
So you're better off to face
the rushing water
If one of you decides it's not worth it, then
there will be no way you can spot,
no path you can plot, and
no bird's eye view
will see you
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
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