The last poem for the year! 12 Poems in 12 Months. Today is the deadline for the poem using the prompt "adapt." Here's my submission. 

Roadblock!

 

When things go wrong, as they often will,

And a boulder blocks your way,

That rock won’t move from your narrow path,

An hour’s work takes a full day,

*** 

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and go

To your favorite place in your mind.

Walk the beach, inhale salty air,

Touch pretty shells that you find.

*** 

Or gaze over miles of the valley below

From your lofty mountain peak.

Or cuddle your baby close to your breast

While your heart and her heart speak.

 ***

When you open your eyes to assess your path,

The boulder will still be there;

But now you see more than one prescribed way;

Other paths, other ways, will appear.

*** 

Your rested mind will see options and choice,

Not just the one way you’d planned.

Perhaps that boulder was there by design

To protect you from future quicksand.