THE WORLD LIMPED ALONG

I do not remember writing this poem but it has something. It was written a number of years ago but still seems very relevant.

“Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.”
―Jean-Paul Sartre

the first day without socks

gifted a freedom he had not anticipated

it was true there was a price to pay

in rubbed skin for each step taken

but over time the rims of his shoes softened

his ankles calloused

and even the monolithic plastic soles

previously immutable

slowly took on the contour of each foot

the world limped along

economies faltered

and him by the side of the road

failing to flag down a lift

the rain started

so he began to walk

from somewhere to somewhere else

Sometimes life does feel like you are walking from somewhere to somewhere else. I worry for our future. We approach the precipice of climate change and do not appear to be able to stop.

Here is the wonderful Gene Clark with Train Leaves Here This Morning.

Until next time.