Good Intentions

I am no fan of promises, wary as I am of break­ing the big ones,
and leery, too, of invok­ing my resolve for slight reas­sur­ances.
So your options are either to wade through my stut­ter­ing caveats
or to pay strict atten­tion to the resolve my actions might imply.
What you thereby extract is no less ten­u­ous than any other faith.

Maybe we can all aspire to cer­tain unachiev­able goals, such as:
be relent­lessly kind to our­selves (the hard part) and each other.
If the world really ends next year we won’t be put out for long.
And any­way the Mayan cal­en­dar hasn’t been as clear as it might’ve
regard­ing the poten­tial for self-righteousness in the aftermath.

If that’s a lit­tle too “Thou Shalt,” let’s try some­thing mod­est:
smile for the cam­era (espe­cially if the lens cap is screwed on),
and I mean it, all the way through the flash and the fourth take,
really work those dim­ples, don’t hide those coffee-stained teeth,
offer up your unvar­nished soul before they even try to steal it.

Every two weeks some friends and I cre­ate new posts on the same topic. This week’s syn­chroblog posts — about resolve — are listed on our group blog, The Cre­ative Col­lec­tive. Please read them all.