Friday, 13 December 2013

A Passing Comment on Retail Therapy

We don’t always know what we want, and when we do, we don’t always get it, but that should not stop us even just window shopping for inspiration…like millions before us throughout history anxiously seeking seeking a comfort zone of sorts, sufficient at least to see us through another cloudy day.


Now and then life grabs us
by the scruff of the neck
and throws us into the street
where we lie on our backs
look a passing cloud in the eye
and demand answers of fate

It soon becomes very clear
the cloud doesn’t care
why fate threw us into the street
(nor it seems do passers-by)
so we have to face the possibility
it could well be our own fault

Our faults stand up poorly
to close examination
lying on our backs in the street;
time to get real, get up,
walk on, trust centuries of hope
to any blisters on our feet

Wearily, treading the world
in anxious footmarks left
by ghosts fired by desperation
to track the kinder side
of reality, live in love and peace,
companions to imagination…

Vulnerable to a fault, last spotted
in retail therapy on Main Street 

Copyright R. N. Taber 2013

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