Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian & poet-novelist.- "Colour, creed, sex, sexuality... these are but part of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to emails. Contact: firstname.lastname@example.org].
child (I am 70 now) I was stroking a cat one day, happened to look up and could make out a
cloud in the shape of a cat. I asked my mother what a cat was doing in the sky.
She told me that cloud is a gauze curtain that takes many shapes through which
God can see what we humans are up to on Earth. Rain, she added for good
measure, is His tears because he rarely likes what He sees, especially when
little boys misbehave.
very close to my mother. She was a very Christian woman, but her words put me
off religion forever if only because I did not like the idea of any God spying
on me; nor did I much care for the implied threat that I should behave myself …or
else. Even so, her words haunted me for many years as I grappled with various concepts
of religion and God, eventually discarding both in favour of nature. Nature would
offer the young (gay) man I became, a sense of spirituality that came free, no
strings (or dogma) attached yet contained within the organized chaos of a time
frame-cum-continuum to which the Muse in me could easily relate.
me many more years to even begin to articulate on that offer, but was happy to
settle for the warm glow it awoke in me and the subsequent poetry it has never
ceased to inspire.
This poem is a villanelle.
PHOTO: from the Internet
THE ROOForHEAVENS ABOVE
out on the turn?
R. N. Taber 1999; 2016
revised (2016) from an earlier version that appears in The Third Eye by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004; revised ed.in e-format in preparation.]