Two weeks ago, Project Jupyter had our only planned team meeting for 2018. There was too much stuff going on for me to write a poem during the event as I had in previous years (2016, and 2017), so I ended up reading one of the pieces I wrote during my evening introvert breaks in Cleveland at PyCon a few weeks earlier.
Get in it
Time suspended Gellatinous reality - the haze submerged in murky drops summed in swamp pond of life believe and strive, expand the mind A state sublime, when in your prime you came to me and we were free to flow and fling our cares, our dreams, our in-betweens, our rêves perdues, our residue -- the lime of light the black of sight -- all these converge and merge the forks of friction filled with fright and more -- the float of logs that plunges deep beyond the fray, beyond the keep -- a leap of faith the lore of rite, with passage clear, let fear subside, the wealth of confidence will rise and iron out wrinkles of doubt Commit to change and stash your pride then push your luck, and make amends. Branch out your thoughts, reset assumptions then checkout. The force of pulls t'wards master class Remote of possibilities. Rehash the past Patch up the present -- what's the diff? There's nothing left -- except to glide -- and soar beyond your frame of mind. try not to pry cry, freedom, cry.