Respecting the awesome power of words!

Homo erectus


And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
(closing lines of W.B. Yeats' "The Second Coming")

Slouching's a culturally
unacceptable way to stand
or sit, triggering
critique from our elders.

As a means of locomotion,
it also leaves much to be desired.

And yet, slouch is what we do,
maybe even who we are,
so much of the time.

Slouching into cultural expectations
we aren't yet ready
to claim as our own.

Slouching past those
by whom we'd rather
not be recognized.

Slouching down the road
to exhaustion, still searching
for meaning by a life
of perpetual motion.

Slouching back from
one too many rejections.

Slouching across a life
of broken dreams.

This year, again,
will we dare
to slouch toward Bethlehem?

I'm sure we will,
if for no other reason
than this: our greatest hope
is that the journey,
if not Bethlehem itself,
will form us into
Homo erectus at least,
and let us see through
the mirror less dimly at last.

© 2016 Todd Jenkins

One response

  1. Fabulous!!!


    December 12, 2016 at 9:57 am

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