Euphoria

Wondering if an idea could work
I hold it to the light and shrug.
What are my choices, what lies unseen?
Why are my needs convoluted?

The idea, shared with the unimpressed.
leaves another thought stranded.
I jump, as always, this time as a believer.
The work takes me to a comfort zone.

Now come the righteous, perhaps self-righteous, knights.
Their only wish, to save the day.
Swords drawn with aphorisms that stretch for miles.
But fail to bring insight, only quotidian pronouncements.

Time I move on, maybe?
To not test the waters is anathema.
Is failure the lesser evil? Or is walking away?
Most often I walk.

Progress, a slight lightening of the overcast.
Pieces fall in or out.
Mistakes spotted in the clarity of second vision.
May becomes October.

Last minute changes destroy all lucidity.
Few days left, much climbing ahead.
The stage begrudgingly set.
Who will come to my party?

So many show up. Why?
The question delights me. I am euphoric.
The results bring tiny new questions.
Where to go, how to get there.

Was it really worth the effort ?
Did the means justify the means?
Oh Yes! I float on a quiet following sea.
I can’t fly, but maybe for this moment, I am transported.

It is time to hear other voices. Inhale deeply.
Today I can forgive myself yesterdays sins.
I think success or failure end at the means,
But it’s awfully nice when the rocket flies.