Of Rain & Convertibles

Driving with the top down
A commitment of sorts
Like life

And the showers forecast
Also like life
Sometimes sun, Sometimes rain

Should I stop,
Put the top up
Continue on in safety?

Or push on – and live,
Take a chance,
Mayby get wet.

I choose the latter,
With most of the rain
Deflected up & away.

Of the cold spray that gets through,
Striking my face
Stinging refreshment.

It tastes of life
It’s wonderful diversity,
Unexpected, Welcome.

It was not always so.
There was a crossroad,
A series of wrong turns, bad decisions.

I chose safety over confrontation,
Lies over truth, death over life,
So close - almost an end.

And to what End?
What would I have missed?
What would not have been?

The friends made,
The lives touched
Been touched by.

The experiences, good & bad,
The sunny days, the squalls,
The storms , the clearing.

I drive on.
I wipe the wet from my face – And Think,
Even this, Yes even this, would be missed.

Bill Schatzabel 07/01/2008