I’ve had more than my fair share of close calls
falling through the ice alone on Lake Erie
driving a motorbike into the side of a speeding truck in Thailand
pulling myself up a rock only to find a poisonous snake between my hands in Nepal
almost getting married in Canada
all moments where an angel or demon or just dumb luck intervened and said:
so what am I worried about?
I could have fallen straight through that icy Great Lake
I could have so easily pulled out a second earlier and hit the front of the truck
I could have reached up and grabbed the fangs of the snake
she could have been cruel enough to have said yes.
It’s time to breathe
that there’s no frozen lake if I didn’t choose to set foot on it
there’s no truck if I chose to walk
there’s no snake if I chose not to climb
and there’s no no if she chose not to say yes.
Like a marriage proposal
we reach out
has to take our hand
to ring her finger.