I can be buoyant and happy
Or a puddle of woe
Up on the mountain
Or under the snow
When I come off a gig
it can go either way
—Productive and useful
Or distressed and melancholy
I need the train of good feelings
To run on its track
Unhindered and chugging
Outrunning blue shadows
When I get derailed
I come under duress
Like an avalanche falling
On top of my head
I get snowed under
And, I’ll be blessed,
If it only takes days
To pull out of the mess
It might take a crew
to salvage what’s left
Of my train of thought
-broken-
After the wreck
But, when I get over the mountain
And back in the groove
I’ll ride though the valley
chugging it smooth
Hugging the curves
feeling it purr
Forgetting the avalanche
Till the next time around
“Avalanche” written by Nina Ricci ©2024 All Right Reserved
