needed: brazen kings…
I set out to write a post about how much time we now spend looking at screens, and how little time we spend looking in mirrors. We know everyone else’s thoughts but I wonder if we know our own? Where is that sense of inner captaincy, that voice, as poet Nikki Giovanni wrote, that says ‘I am my own muse.’? I may still scratch such a post, but wouldn’t you know it a poem demanded to have its say. Now I believe its possible some may hear this poem as egocentric, but I would disagree. Brazen? Yes, but such is the winter’s need…
The Israelite wail is still heard on our lips: A king! Give us a king! Give us a king! We desperately want to be like the others, to have someone think for us and lead the charge. So for the umpteenth time God bends to our will permitting tiny monarchs to blind us for the summer with platforms of pyrite, that is until the day the autumn begins. Then regal leaves drop and scatter as flesh are revealed for the fools they are. The masses huddle back to the center and cry once more for a savior. But why not be brazen in that season? Besides, heroism is not moving mountains so much as knowing mountains. So skip the vigil, steal the altar wine, and make for the margins. Kneel and shoulder the winter’s need: You are your own king!
nice! please do return to that post about screens however! I need to read it!