Seeing is Believing, True or False?
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Years ago, after school, two friends (we’ll call them A and B) were caught kissing behind the bicycle sheds at the back of our school playground by a teacher working late. On being asked for an explanation, one friend said, “We love each other, sir.”
After a long, ominous silence, the teacher asked “Do your parents know?” The culprits shook their heads.
“Are you going to rat on us, sir?” Boy A asked, swallowing hard.
“Somethings need to come from the horse’s mouth,” was all the teacher said, albeit sternly, before dismissing them.
The two friends thought they had got off lightly, but no such luck it, not least because society was such that it would be years before either felt able to come out of the closet and tell the world they are gay, by which time they hadn’t even kept in touch.
The following weekend, A spotted B in the local park with another boy. A’s emotions, at fever pitch since the incident in the bike shed, erupted and he let rip with a torrent of abuse; it was only later that he realised it has been aimed at himself.
Gay or straight, we all do and say things we regret.
Boy A was jealous, of course, but the incident in the bicycle sheds only days
earlier had scared him more than he cared to admit. It was not a good time then
to be gay, and issues on the home front made it impossible to follow the
teacher’s good advice and tell the family that, at 14 years-old, he had already
discovered his true sexuality.
It was a gay friend who told this story about himself,
to me and several straight friends some time ago. All of us admitted we
recognised ourselves in it, having suffered mixed emotions in similar situations,
not least that love-hate peculiar to jealousy.
Gay or straight,
whoever and wherever, what are any of us but human when all’s said and done?
‘Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but
Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time.’ - Arab Proverb
SEEING IS BELIEVING, TRUE OR FALSE?
I
am, to any life force,
its
own worst enemy, that light mist
descending
on a wintry
season
of the heart mistaken for spring,
taken
in its stride by mine host,
a
vision of summer haunting the heart
that’s
sure to thrive on its heat
if
only for letting the power of illusion
fire
passions of self-deceit
Like
a rose, its thorns
forgiven
for the beauty of its having
been
nurtured by the love
of
Earth Mother, with no small input
from
yours truly, anticipating
showcase
summers, a rose garden
of
our own making,
pledging
our love, oblivious to any threat
by
storm clouds gathering
One
evening, gone jogging,
I chose to take a longer route than usual
for
no reason but a whim
to
chase pigeons into a sunset, no matter
it
put me to such shame
as
would be my undoing in showing me
someone
picking a rose
and
giving it to you with a kiss that drove me
where
no sane person goes
No
lovers but old friends had I chanced upon;
jealousy, my hurt-rage-loss-prison
Copyright R. N. Taber, 2020
[Note: This post-poem also appears on my gay poetry blog today.] RT
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