I awoke to unravel.  The word that is.  The verb.  I don’t know why.  I listen to my heart beat. I listen to its seemingly endless thud, thud, thud. Then it pauses and flutters and then as if I hit refresh it continues to bump along. I guess many things would unravel should the beat fail to continue. Unravel, as in fail. Or loosen.  Untangle.  Undo.

I eat and dress and go out into the backyard. Geese fly overhead.  South. North. First they fly upriver and just as soon come back. Back and forth – back and forth they go.

I get confused sometimes. About direct objects, transitive and non transitive, regular and irregular. I mean how can I make sense of anything if verbs confuse me? I like things simple. I walk the road. I open the door. I put wood on the fire. I stare out the window. It rains. I wait. I mean who doesn’t? Wait. Stare. Funny verb  wait is. Wait implies the doing of nothing. Unravel might follow depending upon what it is the waiting is for.

There is nothing else quite like a verb. They are. Then they’re not. I mean you’re swimming and then you’re not. You move onto the next verb. That’s the thing, you’re usually not in between verbs long. They tend to dominate like that. Either you’re say, swimming, or you’re not. You could,  of course,  be doing many things at the same time,  like breathing or laughing or yelling. Maybe you’re yelling because you’re not swimming anymore.  You’re drowning. The thing is you’ve moved onto the next verb.

Chose your verbs well, I tell my son. They become you and you them. I don’t mention unravel or drown or pirating or sword fighting even, though he’s enamored of such things right now. Chose well the verbs you want to use. Who knows where they might lead. It’s exciting really. Especially at the beginning. So many verbs. Maybe you’ll choose love and marriage and birth. Perhaps building, or climbing or drawing. Composing. Maybe singing or rafting. Experimenting would be good – though not too much of it or too long. It might lead to failure. An unraveling of sorts.

Unravel. That’s the verb where we begin to fail. The start toward the end. Who knows what starts the unravel. Maybe it’s just where we start again. Like a knitted sweater or a scarf that just doesn’t work out.  We take the threads apart, separate one strand from another so we can weave them into something newer and different. Maybe better.

Or we find ourselves in a broken bus by the river, a shack in the woods, wandering from town to town, home to home until there is no home. We’ve all seen it haven’t we? Sometimes it’s a young girl with a baby. I give her money but then she’s there again in the parking lot week after week. There are the drunken men by the market, the ones with no teeth,  sitting curbside.  smiling. Or the ones chattering to themselves, pushing grocery carts chock full of belongings.

We ignore them best we can. Maybe it’s the ones that stand outside the theater when we come out happy and satisfied from a show, in our best clothes even and a bit of lip stick. Just a little change, they say.  Most everyone looks away, irritated.

It should be the simplest thing really. To sow and reap. Sow and reap. Choose your path, choose your way, choose your verbs carefully. What of the bugs, the weather, the deer, voles, the mice or slugs? Can you plan for such things? So many things you say and wring your hands. So many things can go awry. There’s no guarantee what noun you’ll end with. Or adjective. Or verb.  There’s no promise. Give and it shall be given unto you,  your cup runneth over, shall men give into your bosom and all that kind of talk. Reap what you will. Judge not that you be judged. There but by the grace go I. I don’t know. Do your best. Exist. Give. Be kind.


8 Comments Add yours

  1. I really love this! “Unravel” was the theme of my life for many years. 🙂

  2. Thanks so very much! my theme too for awhile

  3. tashadepp says:

    This is beautiful. Thank-you!

  4. marycheshier says:

    Reblogged this on How 2 Be Green and commented:
    An amazing nature writer!

  5. eezna says:

    Whats the verb for what I’m doing right now? Reading? Writing?Thinking? Is there a verb which describes all of the three in one word? I would say ‘awesome’ (which I know is NOT a verb) for the beautiful expression

    1. Thank you ! I’m going to have ponder what that verb might be that combines reading- writing – thinking – must be one out there

      1. eezna says:

        Lol…If there isn’t, we might as well invent one. “Rewrith” maybe?

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