We Shall

There will come a time
when we shall choose………… 
…………………….to hide from the hideous,
when the cataclysmic
………………………….and catastrophic will no longer
………………threaten the integrity of fragile
cranial capillaries. ………………….
We shall be dedicated to ………………………………
……………copious amounts of dizzying
…..living for the opposite of queasy,
unconcerned with rivalry
or competition,
a sense of panic part of a
senseless past,
worrying and hand wringing
……………..left in another life.
……..We shall paint and write
………..on canvas, walls, paper
…………………..and body parts,
applaud the sunsets…………………………
and dance to any music……………………..
(even if only we can hear).
And in the evenings,
…………………..or mornings if we choose,
…………..we will huddle on the futons
in rapt attention
and enthusiastically clap and cheer
while our friends play the guitar,………………………
sing their unsung songs……………………………………
and read unheard poems………………………………….
Later, whether night or nap,
…………we shall dream cotton candy dreams
as we soundly sleep,………….
.safe within our padded walls.

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5 responses to “We Shall

  1. In other words, the ostrich syndrome! Good write.

  2. Even though all the hardships of life are still there, I think I have to take more time to do some of these things anyway. I have some of my own unsung songs and unheard words, if not poems. Thanks for the reminder.

  3. Mark. 🙂 My smile is huge! I can’t wait for our padded-wall days. Our fantasy retirement plan sounds so much more relaxing than would actually be if reality. Then it would probably be quite scary … and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t let us make the rules! 🙂

    I am nuts (pun intended) over the first three lines, and also the three after that. (But the opening trio really grabs me.) And of course, the part about painting on body parts. Do you think they will let us have real cotton candy too? And Italian ice?

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