The talented Kindra M. Austin very charitably nominated me for a Versatile Blogger Award. To be honest, I can’t remember the rules: my mind, like my life, is filled with too much else, and I am a shallow pool. To honor the nomination, here’s a poem related to a topic we recently had an exchange over. (As always, my positions are optimistic, but my poem’s tone is pessimistic. Catharsis?) You should check out her site (unless you’re a poor soul who suffers being triggered by intermittent vulgarity, even when it comes with a big heart): her work can really hook you in.
We do not want the burden of freedom;
taking the stones and choosing a mosaic
divining it, sussing-out form from the void
is maddening: let us relax; we enjoyed
a canalized, well-planned life, prosaic,
when we weren’t responsible in childhood: t’was Eden.
–except for our selves, which were sleeping.
Now, fluff the pillow and let us rest:
the tension shall vanish on waking,
the options that cry out and test
us shall vanish, and we, partaking
of vacuous chemical selection
shall fail in our power of detection
that these trials, ordeals
are exactly what seals
our choices; the peals
of freedom fade
as we them trade
for the pricey deals
of cheap food-colored meals
and brand-name knockoff steals.