April 20
What I Take from Laban’s House
If I have the audacity to have a problem I must provide the
instantaneous solution or be the cause of world-wide panic. Additionally it is the height of rudeness to
have open-ended dilemma. It makes the
gods uncomfortable don’t you know; makes them shift in their seats and wish me
away. I prevent banishment by either,
being problem free or solution-full and when the answers are not to their
liking, I exile myself saving them the inconvenience and me the embarrassment. It is never good to implode the household deities;
you never know when you might need one for historic perspective or a door
stop.
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WHEN A SNAPPER
CROSSES THE ROAD
What should I do?
I see the soggy
green/gray lump creeping the macadam
Too slow to survive
for long
The urge in
me to aim
And end the
duckling-eaters life
Is short lived but a
palpable surge
My Disney style
justice is dismissed
But heard from
nonetheless
Shall I pull over and
assist?
This turtle is as ill
equipped
For this stretch of
road
As I am ill equipped
to aid in its conveyance
Should I reach with
my fingers or toes
To something I know
can extend its neck
And sever me from
parts I hold dear?
The ever present
missionary in me has spoken and is silenced
In fact what I can do
is slow down and give wide birth
I know this creature
is a danger but never more so than me.
