Such has been the patient sufferance…
We’re a mother’s bread, instant potatoes, milk at a checkout line. We’re her three children pleading for bubble gum and their father. We’re the three minutes she steals to page through a tabloid, needing to believe even stars’ lives are as joyful and bruised.
Our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury…
Ah, there you go – extravagant as ever!
Why can you not be rational? You never
Manage to take the middle course, it seems,
But jump, instead, between absurd extremes.
Not a chance.
Six meters of asphalt.
Twenty cars in one minute.
Five Trucks, two RVs, a motorcycle.
Most likely, you think we hated the elephant,
the golden toad, the thylacine and all variations
of whale harpooned or hacked into extinction.
…
On a railroad car in your America,
I made the acquaintance of a man
who sang a life-song with these lyrics:
“Do whatever you can/ to avoid
becoming a roofing man.”
I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax. I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been on this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
…
Sometimes, it gets too much.
Too much, nothing. Too quiet. Too much reality.
And then, mostly at night
I write new blog posts in my head.
“Man”
Wow! Speechless. Lost for words but full of emotions.
Guilt?
Concern?
Here’s to the misfits and foolish ones who think differently.
They’re not fond of simplicity.
They live unconventionally existing
at a different level of intensity.
…
I fought with the Greek Gods in school and learned the old Greek language -not by choice but by force at first. As children, we all tried to understand “The Odyssey” an epic poem that we had to read, but understood years later. My love for Greece and its people came naturally afterward when I finally started to understand the old philosophers.