There will be no quiet this night,
my steps crunching and crackling
as i step across the parking lot,
an asphalt sea with frozen continents of ice
left by plow blades skipping over bumps,
sparks shooting into the snow
as metal scraped concrete curb
The grass is frozen bristles
as the winds wails and whistles in wonder
to find some creature under cover of darkness
making his way alone...
Without the staff this would be a laugh
a Keystone comedy of footsteps
before the eventual pratfall
The lesson here is caution
for though no one is watching
how one carries one's self
is often all one has
Some say, "fool, what matters how you fall?"
But what if that is all,
the only testament you leave,
your impression on the Earth?
Some live a lifetime falling,
some answer to a higher calling,
Some live lives wailing and bawling,
others hemming, hawing and stalling
Somehow, it seems , i'm all of these
and strangely, somehow none
If you see my shadow in the darkness
and ask who's there;
the answer comes back,
no one...
(12-07-10)
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