A Poem - Alone With My Thoughts
Alone With My Thoughts
The world goes on around me, busy as always, its own stew of sense and nonsense.
The radio tries to communicate an interview with an expert on Shakespeare and women.
In prep-school there were no women our equals simply because at mine there were no women, nor were there any at the military academy because only men were trained then for careers of killing.
But in all other aspects of life, except in baseball, football, wrestling, hunting camps of the day, women were found to be the equals of the smartest, craftiest, dumbest, silliest, most generous, and selfish of us.
What does that mean?
Now the news is being covered in its typical shallowness of "If it bleeds, it leads." Shootings, stabbings, crashes, muggings, with the occasional miracle included but not named as such.
Is there a conscious effort to be irreligious? A pope gets a blurb or two from time to time, not usually other religious leaders, except the corrupt and extreme....no itinerant monks and lay preachers, perhaps an outspoken atheist who doesn't believe in air because she can't see it unless it is swirling tornado debris and still not even visible air then.
Couples wed, separate, children have two parents present and absent, people love, hate, reject, adore, are entertained, and find the entertainers' living roles the greater entertainment.
Advertisements sell the "stuff": nobody really needs, and plead the causes of those among us with legitimate needs for the "help" we ultimately give ourselves to the near exclusion of those "others."
How do my needs compare to the needs of those "others"?
Alone with my thoughts, at any given moment, I can steer them, or have them steered elsewhere, except in silence where one thought leads to another and the chain ends in weariness or interrupted by action.
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