Poem: Trip Hazard

For those who carry all the things

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Trip Hazard

Sometimes
I am carrying so much 
I do not see 
     The hazard
Until I have tripped 

Sometimes
I am carrying so much 
I cannot see what I am carrying
Until I am laid out with it all s c a t t e r e d 
on the ground around me

Sometimes 
I am carrying so much
I do not see
that I can leave the big things:
the weights, anchors, and elephants - 
things that are only disguised as mine -
in a jumble on the floor 

Sometimes 
I am carrying so much,
I cannot see
    hidden, nestling 
within all that
               big, 
               heavy, 
               stuff
are pocket-sized treasures
to notice, nurture
  and hold close. 

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Best wishes,