There was a day
There was a year
when I felt like I was the man I could be
when I felt like I was reaching the potential that was laid out for me
in the celestial sphere of possibilities
as the gods gathered in the maproom
and set up the model
for the way that life would be
and clued in my parents
on how to not screw things up too much.
Unfortunately, the lesson only survived a generation.
But screwing up is better than screwing down
for it gives you something on which to climb
instead of a thing to remain immobile.
I don’t want to remain immobile.
I want to climb and swing and dance the hoochie coo among the stars.
I want to build a tower to the sun and let it fall down
so that I can build it again better.
As long as I am reaching for the sun
stretching toward that radiance that glows in the moment of joy
the source of the sunbeam that powers the planet
and the intensity that comes
from burning up the missteps
and the stronger steps that rise from the ashes.
So that I may smile at a new year
by smiling at a new day
and simply be the man that burns.
Steve McAllister is the author of The Rucksack Letters and How to Survive an Estralarian Mind Meld. He posts regularly at InkenSoul.com, and sometimes posts at Anything Arts, Sarasota Music Scene, and Elephant Journal, and is currently the Director of Operational Development for the Common Wealth Time Bank in Sarasota, Florida. Follow him on Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube.