There are always standby solutions
Left field unorthodox and smart
Options that are out of the ordinary
Getting back to the basics from the start.
Choice is a gift I’ve been given
Answers are there written in the wind
Ways and means lying on the workbench
Opportunities identified and tinned.
Opening my mind to sets of circumstances
Exploring the alternatives on my plate
Pondering the different perspectives
And the right keys to open the gate.
I’ve walked down the streets of selection
And breathed in the cool mountain air
Ideas are stacked ready for picking
Waiting to be handled with care.
Deep thoughts can eclipse imagination
Spontaneity puts perspective in the frame
Best to use materials around me
And select dry kindling to ignite the flame.
Differences are defined by choices
Music resonates in my trained ear
Alternatives are there for the picking
The gift of sight and sound I can hear.
Sorting out the fair from the fatuous
Treading softly on the frail earth
Enjoying moments of exposition
And softly melting into times of mirth.
Passing the time where there’s plenty
Of opportunity if I try
Using every inch of alternatives
If I had the wings I would fly.
11th February 2021
Thanks for reading.