Thursday, 2 May 2013

Defining Moments OR On the Physiology of Perception

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How many time have you heard someone say about someone that he or she doesn’t stand a chance of succeeding at this or that because they are too small or too tall, too young or too old, not well enough known or connected or not good looking enough or don’t have enough experience or qualifications.etc…?

Ah, but never underestimate the powers of the human spirit or be too quick to dismiss the old adage, ‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way.’

Now, I am not a religious person, but was raised as a Christian and know my Bible. I have since learned that all the Holy Books have much in common; God is a hero, humanity heroic, and everyday life recognised for what it is, the greatest story ever told.

DEFINING MOMENTS or ON THE PHYSIOLOGY OF PERCEPTION

I watched a small red boat
riding waves on a big blue sea;
suddenly, it occurred to me
that small can be big, depending
on whatever our perception,
a popular misconception being
that little is helpless against
a far mightier charge, as small
is to large. Who cannot recall
tales of David  against Goliath
and Samson beating Delilah
at her own game, taken for fools
on a roll call of heroes

Who knows? Sailors on a small
red boat may yet prove themselves
equally worthy. Let’s not forget
that who laughs last laughs longest
nor is best always found among
strongest, for where wisdom lies
and purpose, sheer will defies
any need to avoid where lions feed
as Daniel in the den discovered
and Isaac to the block once tied,
or wise men and shepherds
as privy to the metaphorical world
as Paul on the Damascus road

A small red boat in a storm
may well defy all odds against
fending off its cries and fury,
come into its own, return home
(as I stay muzzled at the helm
of a grander vessel by far, deemed
fated to follow orders and trust
in my betters to always know best?)
For good or ill, let’s take a turn 
at the Wheel and chance surviving
the re-telling of a tale already
re-worked by idiots, all but lost
and signifying next to nothing

Master-Mistress, the Art of Being

Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2011

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears as ‘Fools’ Paradise’ in 1st eds. of The Third Eye by R. N. Taber Assembly Books, 2004; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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