#1786 - an acknowledgement

 

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an acknowledgement

(or ‘no one an island’)

 

or you could call it a recognition

something short of confession –

how our world and mine would be

were it governed by my fears, aspirations, wit …

the imagined asocial sum of my muster …

 

had it been up to me

would have never crossed that river –

     no coracle, no swim

(a little wade and come back in)

 

would not have raised a roof

could neither climb for fear of slip

nor come down to the growl

 

had it been down to my making skill

no car, no truck, no ship, no plane

no bicycle, no wheel

 

was never the inventing type

 

it would have been

Shanks’ pony, a diet of berries, not much

nuts that are easy to crack

a certain amount of carrion, windfall

one wonders about fire

 

there would have been no gods

no understanding of the sky

 

without parents, would we have learned to crawl?

perhaps, but not much further

 

had it been up to us

it’s fair to ask – where would we be?

 

cringing cave corner yet, I bet

but fearful of the far dark bit

 

with what abstraction?

hate, love, hunger, fate    

 

but one never knows extremity

till tether’s end is reached

 

I don’t believe they’d have tied my tongue

 

timid with the thunder

awed with dawn’s reveal

 

eyes everywhere

from, to the dream

 

you see how it is I could acknowledge

I would recount

to the best of these little

my native abilities

I would have to tell it all