Muddy Middles

I find ‘Middles’ difficult

Beginnings spark with promise

Endings surrender to what was

Or grieve what could have been

But Middles squirm and wriggle

Or growl or pout in me

And I lose my bearings

Get turned around and lost

Finding myself in doubt or despair

Missing the ground of hope

Until I remember

I’m in a ‘Middle’

And this stirring of the waters

This dredging up of the muck

Is exactly as it should be

Don’t try to fix it

Or clear it up too soon

This mud is not for “making better”

It’s the making of the Lotus

Trust it

You can’t skip over it

Nor fast track its pace

I suggest you jump on in

Squirm and wriggle

And growl and pout as best you can

Give yourself completely

To the mud of the Middle

It's more beautiful than you think