The Blue Mountain Review Issue 3

Trust in the Process My focus had been so onepointed on poetry during the past year and a half that I became a bit concerned when taking on this assignment for The Blue Mountain Review recently whether or not I’d know what to do. An outro in the form of an essay?

With actual sentences that mesh together to form a coherently structured idea? Is it possible? Does the ink in my pen even remember how to flow toward such an end? Well, my friends, I guess we’re going to find the answer together as the words start fleshing themselves out.

It’s been awhile since I attended any classes, but I still understand the concept of the old college try…

Trust in the process. This basic mantra has carried me along with the fluxing and flowing waves as they rise and fall for many a moon now. No need to abandon such a creed at this stage of the game. Not now as Spring cycles its way into season. Not now as the trees and flowers enter their magical stage of blooming. Not now as the frenzied fever of resurrection and renaissance are being born anew. Not now as the birds sing from the tops of trees with a righteous tune while I do my best down here on the ground to hammer out lyrics that harmonize in synchronized accord with their rhythm. Surely not now as a cool, gentle breeze swirls its way through the air to kiss my cheeks here in the woods of the local park where I walk each day. No, no, if there is one thing that has become abundantly clear, it is that the only sin in life is to stop. Forward movement is an absolute must. A constant, continual, progressive, evolutionary march toward the 136 | T h e B l u e M o u n t a i n R e v i e w I s s u e 3