Counter Actions
by Kirke Wise

The proclivity of my creativity
In always wanting to have its own way
Like explosions against life’s mendacity
Always needing to counteract that fray

For the refusal to ignore the bright lights
The willingness to touch the untouched sky
In reaching far beyond to respond
To win that highest of races before we die

Of sensing the beauty in precious things
Differences from our personal perceptions
The focused myriad of our drama filled fairy tales
The bum steered directions of our misdirections

For there is a choice waiting before all of us
Whether we’re just dead or actually alive
In simply realizing our own special destiny
I know that imagination will always survive…

To want to embrace the utterly simple
Those things that make you want to die as you try
But you still do it, because you were were meant to…
And all I can say is that I feel every single part,

And that’s just what it takes, to finally begin to fly…

It’s like a strong emotion rather than any thought
From the deepest part of your heart, aside from your mind
A guttural devotion which brings into motion
The battles fought, and just what their victory will find

In the reality of our own trembling prescience 
Second guessing those interactions and reactions
Sometimes it’s better to just surf and ride the waves
And come to love the water and its counter actions…