Shifting Gears Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A shift from high gear to low
When high is all you know
Is oddly disquieting.
A diminished pace is
A foreign place when
There’s no pressure on you;
Nowhere you have to go.
Nothing is, as it was.
Each day is a clean slate.
You have to create
A whole new path instead,
Find another gear;
Or a different vehicle
To get there.
Many roads lie ahead,
Limited only by imagination
And determination.
Keep moving,
You’ll find another way.