Decrepitude, ineptitude, in a mood:
Grateful for humor that
greases buzzing blades
spattering soul’s blood
across the walls of my heart.
Sometimes, humility seems a bitter pill.
That bitterness should remind:
it has nothing to do with humble
and everything to do with clutching false pride.
Always, humility is a clear breath.
(clouds: chasingamiracle.com; 18th green: sandandseaoregon.com)
Narble Furt Lives 
I fear I walk a fine line between trying to project confidence (when I feel anything but most of the time) and appearing overconfident. It’s a hard balance.
Yet somehow, we do balance, sometimes waving our arms and teetering. I reckon that’s part of the deal.