Perspective II
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Sometimes I feel that a near-death experience would provide some nice perspective.
April 27, 2010
Sometimes I feel that a near-death experience would provide some nice perspective.
Sometimes I look up at the sky just to remember how small I am.
The Walrus (Figurative)
He starts off every morning the same
A bowl of warmed cinnamon oatmeal
And milk and cereal of the same name
A banana to go, the others left lonely
He is good at his job, but nothing really special
No Work Station 6 Peter by anyone else’s measure
But it’s a good way to take up hours of the day
The water cooler, though thirst quenching, is lonely
On the commute home, he reads pamphlets
But really aches for human contact
He glances above instructions just enough to see
Stocking-ed legs, ironed slacks—maybe too lonely
He’s doing nothing wrong, but perhaps
Nothing right by these same rules
All can appreciate his conversation, polite jokes
But no one seeks it out, for him it is lonely
From the door of the apartment—shoes off,
Cat greets him warmly between the ankles
His first grin of the day, followed by ear scratches
But even cat’s whisker tusks can’t make it much less lonely
The landscape is alluring
Glacial nooks and crannies
Disorganized synchronism of space
Herein the walrus lies
Belly to the ice
Cozy in his own space
Cozy to the sounds of melt
To the daily sights and fare
Permeating through time and space
His motivation fulfilled
He awaits for their reemergence
A body and two tusks for space
I always do the crossword in pen.
And always end up regretting this choice.