taking action

Hope resides in the

doing of things. 

It does not matter

that my body does not look

like I want it to

if my legs ache

with the memory of exertion.

Just as it does not matter

that I have failed 

once again

if I am already stretching my arms

towards the glimmer

of something new. 

So little of my life is of my 

own making

that I may be forgiven 

for dwelling in the promise

of taking action. 

If I cast my net 

over and over

I need not pause

to see

what I have pulled in.