Packed tightly in cedar walls
They sit folded but unused,
Purchased for the right occasion
But now forbidden by my wife.
Still many years later they stay
Because, she says, ‘old men
Shouldn’t wear shorts.
An earthquake of expression. A tornado of thoughts. A blizzard of boundaries. A Weickian world of wonder!
From its perch high above
It watched the goings-on below
The diluvial transitions,
The wise men’s travels,
The 95 nails being struck by a hammer.
Like a younger sibling
It played a lesser part,
The run to the campground pit,
The romantic couple’s overlook,
The chatter of friends beside the waves.
While behind the scenes
It moved the world in subtle ways,
The boats that gently rocked,
The weather forecast altered,
The changing moods at home.
But when given consideration
It welcomes the attention,
The giant leap of mankind,
The terror of ancient tribes,
The home of the man in the moon.
“Some men see things as they are
and ask why.
I dream things that never were,
and ask, why not?”
― Robert F. Kennedy
(borrowing a George Bernard Shaw quotation)
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