From 'ephron' 7 Poem by Morgan Michaels

From 'ephron' 7



Funny, after a point, you think you've seen it all, which is a pity. Sure, you might have seen lots. Things may become versions of themselves. But one should never think there's nothing new. First, it embarrasses what I call a sense of 'receptivity' and makes getting up in the morning a chore. If you believe nothing's new, you shut your mind to anything that may be so- and so doing, you officially enter the ranks of the senescent. If youth has any use, it derives from its openness to novelty- to fresh ways of thinking.

Second, it's just not true. There's always something new to discover, even if you live a hundred years. You just have to make yourself available. Core components of the human ego may seem the same, everywhere. But there are things you simply don't know. These, after a while, account for much of lifes' pleasure.

But I began to see less novelty and more tedium in the role of go-between for Ephron and his son. It was all so thankless. No good deed goes unpunished, clearly. Short of legal sanction, you can't tell people what to do.The ordering of fitness proceeds at a very personal level. Orders of fitness natural to some may, to others, prove intolerable. The most advanced technology cannot make water run uphill.

'So, that's why you can't visit your father in Reno'.

'Yep, that's why. Any more questions'?

'Nope'.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success