Mea Culpa

I’m sorry.
I should know better than
to meddle,
to question,
to interrupt your flow.

Who am I to second-guess
your intentions?

Every time I do —
every time —
I end up in tangles,
somewhere I’m not supposed to be,
like stepping in chewing gum.

All I can do now
is let go of the rope —
give up
stop
step away.

Hopefully I caught it in time
this time —
and everything goes back to how it should:
your intentions,
my ego,
your plan.

• • •

©2013, Jen Payne
IMAGE: Teacher’s Order, Nicholas Roerich, 1931