The bull in the pasture contemplates Kierkegaard's dilemma
worries life's truncations
pockets few regrets.
He too deserves to bring home the bacon.
He too deserves to be happy.
As happy as fledglings with water wings
testing the shallows
hoping for the next best thing.
An all expense-paid trip to anywhere awaits us,
Faure's gestures coloring the runway
giving runaways, buckling beneath carry-ons,
another chance.
How many times have we heard this story -
this tale told out of school by dropouts young and old
misled by home and hearth
yearning to work their way through blue Mondays
to express themselves in the express line?
There's enough distance here to turn the tide
to give us something to look forward to
with enough left over to feed the thousand redundancies
waiting patiently at the back door.
Another day trundles into view, sprinkling its inconsistencies
as we walk quickly past whistling Dixie
exchanging metaphors with a reasonably dressed anyone
hands tucked safely in trousers.
Surely you can think otherwise
but the next time you see a turnip at a farmer's market
examine it closely.
It could hold the answer to your world.
