It isn’t just one day of rain and sun that brings a bountiful harvest in the fall. No, it is rain and sun and planning and planting and weeding and hoeing. And when still, there is no fruit, you do not curse the plant, but start again.
Commitment to a relationship is similar. You must evaluate and ask questions. “Why is this not working, “Is it me, or is it you?” Sometimes the answer is “No.”
If it is neither, can we go in different directions down the imperturbable street?
If it is both, can we survive together and go in different directions down the imperturbable street?
Maybe the whole purpose is learning to stay in your lane on a two-way street.
Dversepoets.com Monday Prosery. Up to 144 words in prose, fiction or non-fiction incorporating a line from a poem. The line is “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.”
The line is from An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire.” by Gwendolyn Brooks.
This one did not come easy, and still, maybe a bit ambiguous. Someone will tell me, right? I used 126 words.