The walk was easy,
the path clear.

One footfall
after the next,
until I saw a rock
in the way.

A huge rock.

So, I went looking
for help and more rocks
were piled on the path.

Curious, I moved closer
and noticed the rocks
were really
bean bag chairs and pillows
of different colors and sizes
– all easily moveable.

I set about
arranging the space,
had a pillow fight or two,
relaxed in one of the
big bean bag chairs,
and went on my way
more fortified,
energized,
and informed.

– Mary

P.S. This is the second poem written in response to a roadblock I recently encountered. The first poem can be found here.

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