poetry

buoyancy

Ask a man if, after being beaten down...

                    Ask a man if,
          After being beaten down,
    He’d be beaten down again for what he’s learned.
  Ask him if he’s once turned his back on glory,
  On the rightest thing,
        Or had it turn on him to be drowned:
              An eventual unfettering in chains—
                  But an ignorance then
                  Wisdom unfound would one day
                Weave ten freedoms around.
          Ask him if he’s astounded at being so grounded
      While languishing in the lashing sea,
    The same tumult that capsized him,
  Kept him treading hungrily,
  Caught him clinging to dusk’s dirty coat-sail
    And with an eyeful of rage with which to see
        That he has been guilty,
            For the lesson of becoming better and sage;
              And, though honestly tossed, no soil in sight,
              Already surefooted upon the shore
            To which he’s an-age-been-flailing.
          Sailing or swimming or thrashing for breath,
      Teeth-gnashingly all the same:
  He is lost to the gales of life unto death
And what would prove him rails against his name.
Let honor lay beach where dishonor dug,
    May hope tame the squall and lengthen his reach;
        Though fate might call up the tsunami to teach
          And so test with every question,
          Let him be fearless of his every answer—
      Even on the suggestion
He shouldn’t be.


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8 comments on “buoyancy

  1. Marvelous, my friend. I’ve been dying to read material from you. I was so excited when I saw this pop up. Excellent writing!

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    • Thank you, December. I’ve had my hands full…new home for my girls. And lots of work realizing such a small dream, so that bigger dreams might have a better chance. I’m tired. But stirred. And exceedingly happy to have your company…

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      • I’m all for preparing for dreams haha. Very proud of you, I hope everything goes better than planned. Anytime you need my company, just reach out. Always happy to be a friend to whoever might need one 🙂

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      • Very kind. And far from lost on me. I’m a dreamer, a survival artist and a diligent planner, all three…these frames of mind don’t always play well with one another.

        But, sometimes in life, you just have to punt and shut your eyes. Over the course of the last year-and-a-half, I’ve had to figure out how to manage a rather complicated day-to-day on my own…something I haven’t had to shoulder alone in a very long time. Especially lately, though, I’ve begun to embrace the concept of risk and faith in the face of it; I’ve almost certainly had a much more charmed go at it that I tend to be able to recognize in each little moment of stress. It’s one thing to dream; it’s another to genuinely dare it to become a reality; and another still to patiently do the work reality requires.

        My three girls keep me anchored into the bedrock of what matters. Admittedly, they require me to keep my margins of error pretty narrow…not always the best formula for dreams. Fortunately, their dreams are also mine, so at least we get to fly the same sky. And they keep me as much a student as a teacher; in many ways, they reacquaint me with what it is to dream…

        Grateful for your friendship, December. As I get settled in, I’ll slowly be able to renew my time with Windstrewn. Thank you spending time here…

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      • I’m so happy to hear you so lovingly describe your daughters… I’m going through the phases of looking over the ledge in my life right now, and more often than I care to admit, backing away from it and second guessing the leap. When I finally jump, I know it’ll be spectacular, but I’m still a bit timid.

        I’m glad you’re such an avid dreamer, and I appreciate your sensibility and sense of responsibility.

        Anyways, I’m looking forward to your return, but until then, I’ll patiently peruse the enlightening library you’ve already left here for all of us to glean wisdom from. Thank you for all of your writing, but be patient in returning. I am grateful for your friendship as well, and I wish you all the best.

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  2. Oh my, life’s harsh lessons expressed so eloquently – ‘That he has been guilty,
    For the lesson of becoming better and sage;’

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