consistency

i want to say that i am consistently inconsistent,
led astray the norm by interior commitment
to dark distant suns.
irrationale for life lived on margins.
(the view’s better over here, over there.)
change may be good bad or indifferent,
but its reality is a kick in the pants to the diffident.
shifting with sand lying under, our lives in tidal torrents,
we will adapt. (or we will die, the cynic aside.)
the list grows tedious telling --
amok brave in my fear
global sad in my joy
driven labor in my laze
earnest haste in my late
clear sobriety in my high
shadow of death in my life
consistently inconsistent.
a life’s goal, avocation even.

copyright 2007 by Kia Gabrielle McLean