Methodical Recklessness

A change in the weather,
A change in the times,
A shifting of sands that lie underfoot,
Staring at the ceiling at 4am,
Stamping my feet to shake off the day,
A feeling of methodical recklessness runs through my inner world,
A sense that the bridge has been breached,
The keys lifted from idle guards,
Its happening, its happening from the inside out.

Peculiar travel suggestions dance into my opened mind,
With secret destinations and coded travails,
All that I hear yet fear to obey,
The voice of a will that is grander than mine,
Yet grows restless ever restless at our recalcitrance.

A time for the brave,
A time for the meek,
A shift in the heavens that lie overhead,
Staring at the ceiling at 4am,
Stamping our feet at the start of the day,
A feeling of methodical recklessness runs through the outer world,
A sense that the bridge has been built,
The latch has fallen, tumbled, shattered and free,
It happening, its happening from the inside out.

(This poem was inspired by a conversation with Kay Cannon - a friend and fellow coach in the US. Kay was listening to me and captured my mood perfectly when she said 'it sounds like you're engaged in methodical recklessness'. I laughed since I loved the apparent contradiction of these two words. I said to her that it was the title of a poem and the next day I wrote it. Kay also shared with me two lovely quotes from which I pinched some of the words in the second verse. These were 'peculiar travel suggestion are dancing lessons from God' by Kurt Vonnegut (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Vonnegut) and 'All journies have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware' by Martin Buber ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Buber ). The poem describes an uncontrollable, unsettling, inevitable journey. A natural transformation. Maybe this would be how a flower would feel as it grew and changed if it were blessed with self-consciousness? Or even scarier how a caterpiller would feel when it was 'dying' into a butterfly? Maybe this is how the world feels when it is wanting to change, when it is bored of how things are, restless, shaking the ground and stirring the heavens? What would you be doing if you were living in times of 'methodical recklessness'?