Oh relentless soldier
with brassy determination
you invade embattlements
of my doubt and fear.

A secret agent,
you infiltrate every region.
Even in the darkest alien places
you plant
an unvarnished theology.
You never withdraw.
You leave your occupying force
mostly hidden.

Until I encounter the daffodil
springing up to surprise.
The little boy smiling at me.
The unusual ache in my hip
reminding me how close I am to seeing your shining face.

I am relentless too
against the scaly dogmas
the scandalous surrender
to aging’s decline.

My mind is a marathon runner.
No hostage to the fog
or the cape whose sticky tentacles
reach daily for my skin and bones.

Drivers race to pass me
on the right and left.
They challenge me on the periphery.
But they are the ones with tunnel vision.

My internal calibrations
have been worn by the years.
It is as if I cannot judge distances –
how long will it take?
How far have I gone
in this mysterious realm
into which I am accelerating?
My vision is endless.

The lanes cannot contain my vehicle –
it does not obey their confines.
My mind still flies and wanders the heavens,
never ceasing its crooked journey
challenging the captor fog.

I laugh at that cape
deride its inept trammel
ridicule its tattered attempts
at discouragement.
I will not bow to societal
or biological inevitability-sayers.

I’m not dead yet you sons of bitches!

03/03/2011

Posted on 03/03/2011
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