A Bed for a Goat

In case you missed it

Hello dear readers and listeners!

Today and next Sunday (October 1st) I’m republishing two pieces with audio, to breathe new life into some work you may have missed… and to give me the breathing room to load all of our belongings into U-Hauls and storage, and hit the road. Feeling very Jed Clampett without the “bubbling crude” and “moved to Beverly” parts.

This poem feels ever more applicable as the ground underneath us all shifts, again and again and again.

Thank you for your presence here; you have no idea how much it means to me. xox M

Image by Christel SAGNIEZ from Pixabay

A Bed for a Goat

Nothing was what it seemed.

He thought he was defending liberty 
but he was surrendering illusions
He thought he was wasting time
but he was receiving wisdom

She thought she was raising children
but she was learning patience
She thought she was getting smarter
but she was remembering art

She thought he was down the rat hole
but he was digging for truth
He thought she was running away
but she was returning home

They both thought it was over
but it was just the beginning.

Nothing is ever what it seems.

There are those that think 
they are dividing and conquering
but they will find
they are creating community
They think they are silencing tongues
but they are opening eyes
They think they are hypnotizing minions
but they are awakening a giant.

I think I’m a tractor
but I’m a bed for a goat
You think you’re temporal
but you’re eternal

I think I’m preventing pain
but I’m postponing growth
You think you’re dodging death
but you’re not living life

We think we’re receiving wisdom
but we’re just reading words
We think it’s over…
but it’s just beginning

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As always, keep your light shining bright.

Mary