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Today’s poem first appeared on the blog in 2017.
Another very hot
day is forecast for the UK, especially here in the south-east so … be careful
out there.
Summer is
usually a time for vacationing and sunbathing; no different this year except
for social distancing and possibly more holidays at home, given the rising
number of countries from which we need to self-isolate for two weeks when we
return.
Summer is here,
yes, but for many of us and others around the world it may well feel like we’re
living out wintry days of anxiety, even with regards to going out and about,
especially as a significant number of people are choosing to ignore social
distancing guidelines, and some are not even wearing masks. Yes, I know people
with certain health issues are exempt from wearing masks, but when I have travelled
on public transport, no one has been asking why, and I heard one man tell his
companion that “he simply did not intend to wear one “on principle”; no principles
there, just plain selfishness and lack of concern for others.
There is but
one thing to do when our season of the heart is in wintry mode; we need to find
various ways to compensate. and follow the bluebird of happiness where even
angels would fear to tread. I know because, over the years, I have had
the privilege of meeting some of them; ordinary people living ordinary lives
with an extraordinary mixture of a resilience and stoicism bordering upon
heroism and an enviable capacity for finding contentment that should not be
mistaken for being resigned.
Many if not
most of us live secret lives, mind-blowing tales out of custom designed
storybooks that feed our egos (in the nicest possible way, of course)
compensating for discrepancies in how we might like our lives to be and how we
(and others) are likely to find them.
Such is the
potential, too, for however long our seasons may be haunted by the Covid-19
coronavirus…until or unless we find a way to lend the stories more truth than
fiction (in the nicest possible way, of course) and do more than simply
reconcile ourselves (and others) to the status quo.
Hopefully a
vaccine will become available before too long. Meanwhile, we can but stay true to mind-body-spirit and… who knows?😉
LIFE FORCES or THAT 'IF' WORD
AGAIN
If I were a
swallow,
I would fly far
south at the close
of autumn…
to better
times, kinder climes,
no lust for
stoicism
If I were a
fox,
I would
outrun hunt and hounds,
deny them
a red brush
token (ego) trophy,
any glory, all
mine
If I were an
owl,
I would hoot
merry hell at a world
daring sleep
parade its
vanities under cover
of safe houses
If I were a
robin,
I would take
heart from all nature’s
lust for life,
hope to learn,
pass on the better
part of its
poetry
If I were to cease
contriving to
make wishful thinking
fly in the face
of reason,
I'd be up for
meeting the challenge
that's
Here-and-Now
Copyright R.
N. Taber 2017, 2020
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