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
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
Hey, just curious, where did you move to? I assume you did leave NY.
Hope all will be well wherever you ended up.
Mary, I love this. It's so clever, so very insightful, and so very true.
I love that Italicized stanza. Now that was literally "poetic justice". Haha!