Poetry By Carolyn C. Casas
Habit
Lately, I’ve been thinking
about how often I get wedged
inside the wake
of my slow-moving boat,
how many of my days
are maneuvered in much
the same trajectory
as the day before.
A ship that starts to navigate
itself, stuck on automatic pilot,
one created from habit
and comfort.
When I consider the times
I’ve really felt alive,
they were when I sailed
passed charted sites,
stepped out on a plank
over a deep abyss, then boldly
plunged into unsettled waters
of the unknown.
~ Carolyn Chilton Casas
About Carolyn
Carolyn Chilton Casas is a Reiki Master and teacher. Her articles and poems have appeared in Energy, A Network for Grateful Living,Odyssey, Reiki News Magazine, The Art of Healing, Touch, and in other publications. You can read more of Carolyn’s work on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ or in her first collection of poems titled Our Shared Breath.
More Poetry
Summer Sun
"Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes."
- Robert Louis Stevenson
