It's a pickle, this life.
Even shut down to a trickle
it carries every kind of particle
that causes strife on a grander scale:
to be miniature is to be swallowed
by a miniature whale. Zeno knew
the law that we know: no matter
how carefully diminished, a race
can only be half finished with success;
then comes the endless halving of the rest--
the ribbon's stalled approach, the helpless
red-faced urgings of the coach.
-- Kay Ryan (1945- ), US poet laureate 2007-2010
No comments:
Post a Comment