I Won’t Wait to Be Ready
If I waited until I was ready, perfectly certain of this adventure,
I would never set out in my unimpressive, but enthusiastic joy,
Knowing nothing except I am bringing my best, will give my all —
And that all will be more than I’d ever believed possible.
I will return from this adventure with memories: mishaps and wonders
Mashed together in a long, incoherent story I will tell
Again and again, to myself and occasionally to others
So I’ll know how to head out on my next adventure:
As prepared as I know how to be, trusting that I will return with story,
Expanded and deepened by plunging in too soon, too unwary
Of the dangers, the risks, of not knowing what comes next,
But knowing I am strong — and stronger for being willing not to know.
If the adventure begins like yesterday morning with thick, devious ice
Under the prettiest scrim of snow, I know now to continue onward
That a friend will loan me crampons that will miraculously fit,
Ensuring safe passage into the unknown, lost and found with a grin.