A Sense of Who We Are
Life is what it is; we make the best (or worst) of things. Everyone is different and no one has the right to judge another simply because they appear to aspire to less than their potential suggests. Fame, fortune, travel…these are wonderful achievements if and where the cap fits but aspiring to be nothing more or less than a good parent/person is no less wonderful, even more so perhaps for its invariably being less obvious (or newsworthy).
Whatever, we can always fall back on imagination.
A SENSE OF WHO WE ARE
A SENSE OF WHO WE ARE
Home truths, like near dead lilies on a lake
running dry
Lifelines, like veins of a turning leaf
come autumn
Desire, taking comfort in homemade soup
in winter
Wisdom, taking its cue from the first
cuckoo of spring
Ambition, Jack Frost’s tablecloth spread,
our places laid
Passion, saving water lilies from a lake
running dry
Love, preserving archives should humanity
need reminding
Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; 2016
[Note: This poem first appeared in Accomplices to Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007 and was subsequently published in CC&D v 270, Scars Publications, USA]
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