Ought or naught, the Fool begins and begins
Again because there is no still point
Until there is and when the absurdity
Of existence embraces me with adoration and
Accepts that I cannot help being this Fool,
and neither can they, then forgiveness
Grows in heart and mind, beyond and now –
Here is where the dream ends and reality takes
A role, and wakes up to a dance, a step towards the abyss
Fearless, yes, mischievously, and even tenderly.
For the conquests are not to be won but to be
Created. I look past alligator’s appetite with a wink,
Ignore nipping dear old familiar demands. She’s seen only
By others not quite aware, able or awake, and full of fear.
I am the honest Fool walking on edge. Wearing
A mask from the sleeping, knowing that danger is
Afoot and yet…nothing. I’ll not sell my soul as
Other fools might with no inkling of this perspective:
Behind every (?) leap are wings not seen. Trust praises
The labor in bringing forth a new life, knowing
Mountains move beneath this Fool’s marvelous feet.
copyright © 2013 Vivi Sojorhn