Just stay still
until your feet know
the next step.
Stand still on the trail
until the fog clears,
until the words that must be spoken
take shape in your throat.
Speak too soon
and they may be true
but neither necessary nor kind.
Until you’re sure
stay silent.
Met needs embolden reckless risks.
Full bank accounts fool us
into spending more
than we can afford
long term.
Remember how it was
before you got here,
how hungry and spent
your days filled with longing
your nights of doubt and despair
you have ground under your feet
just stay still.
The wind is blowing stronger,
but what these gusts reveal about your roots
is that they are strong
you have watered well
you have used the time given.
Be the tree.
Bend, but stand still.
Pause but don’t freeze.
Relax your shoulders.
You are a lake, not a glacier.
You are a comma,
a semi-colon;
not a period.
Righteousness, control and fear
will have plenty to say
as always, in loud voices.
Listen
as a kind, wise mother
hear all the facts and feelings.
Discern the best course
for all your younglings.
Most choices
aren’t a commitment
to eternity.
Today’s yes
may be no, tomorrow
be agile with integrity.
Just stand still
trust your knowing and your limbs.
Just stay still.
Remember your heart thumps
and your lungs fill
on their own
they will sustain you
until you’re certain it’s time
to move.
© S. Rinderle, May 2020
I love that you have this in both written and recorded versions so I can first read it at my own pace and then hear it in the poet’s voice. I always appreciate reminders to pause, and the image of being a comma or a semi-colon but not a period is still lingering in my mind. I value the practice of not speaking too soon in order to avoid being unkind.
Thanks Jim! This poem came to me as Advice from Beyond (for me lol) so I’m glad it landed with you. It’s funny to me that the poem is about standing still and yet the video is kind of shaky, but perhaps that’s part of what makes it deep!