He jerks it left, then a hard right it swerves, dives, and recovers only to swerve, dive and crash head first into the ground.
I simply let it fly straight banking slightly when needed landing softly on the dry green grass at the midsummer’s play field.
Sometimes, nothing much need be done the answer is straight ahead simple obvious.
They say we are descended from the apes yet we search for a meaning to our lives and not theirs. We are different, we say with the quiet shaking fear, an uneasy pilot.
We live, eat, and die yet we search for meaning and wonder why we are different, yes but still we tremble.
The answer to our deepest problems written in black vinyl relief, and grief as the rolling tomb disappears, disbelief. Straight ahead, we flinch from the clarity of the dark view.
Some swerve hard to the right going to church every night saving others from their plight.
Some bank left making pilgrimages to India and Tibet saving whales, seals, and mother earth from the future of eternal night.
Still others find salvation in power, greed, and money fighting constant wars of regret.
People don’t want to go straight to face their faces in the mirror when mere animals look back.
We want to see a face, pretty or ugly at least its “me” not this beast always chasing my solitary spirit around hugging warm and visceral close.
If only they knew that it still would be you even if you withdrew into your fleshy host. Nothing is lost with the ghost.
The humor lost in all this confusion On Any Sunday, the people climb up the impossible peak sometimes straight is not straight when its up, one could go ‘round.
The black person fights the same battle as the poet preaching death:
Red wine with red meat white wine with white meat black man with black soul darkness ever a symbol for the ignorance of night.
White man with pure soul white the goddess of light.
We think in unquestioned associations of church, school, and country. These bonds too low to fight we must dig them up and be prepared to recant our easy tune.
These jerking, twitching wrecks if you could just slap them a few in the face, they’d face the facts, but no.
The straight and wide path comes from the inner quest for proof an examination broad and deep resulting in a single, great truth.