|Ruts After the Storm|
Sometimes ruts provide the only way forward.
Sometimes trailblazing and leaving ruts.
Sometimes praying please don't let me be first.
Sometimes path is treacherous when first.
Sometimes ruts are the only thing keeping me on the road.
Can't follow ruts blindly or may end up in ditch.
Slogging through mud and standing water.
Ruts give courage to keep going, if stop stuck.
Stuck in rut when stop, no traction - lots of motion, no movement.
When weather is fair curse the ruts, makes journey rough.
When weather is foul embrace the ruts, makes journey viable.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.