Stirrups:
It’s funny how intentions get thrown overboard early in the journey
What becomes of that once precious cargo-those notions of omnipotence that seemed so virtuous,
Worthy of worship itself
When the momentous trek for awareness and ultimate freedom turn on you
And your boot gets stuck in the stirrup after your high horse has dispatched you from that lofty perch
As the world turns upside down all around you
You catch a fleeting glimpse of that discarded cargo
Gliding giddily into God’s greenest garden
With their look of abandonment morphing quickly into a serenity that you believed belonged to you
As you realize in those last lucid moments that you yourself were the useless cargo
And your awakened beneficence was nothing more than cheap cruelty delivered to all and sundry with the knowing competence of a Roman emperor
Justice can be such a burden to dispense
And a bitter bitch to receive
Such is the stuff of awakenings…
Rolloroberson©2022
(“She calls me baby, she calls everybody baby,
It’s a lonely ol’ night but ain’t they all”
- Mellencamp)
(Photograph: Creator: Trevor Collens Credit: WANews/Copyright: trevorcollens.com.)
