Drama,
Poems,
Essays

THE THOUGHT

©1982.

Sages, have i not been faithful?
But always gods are silent.
Are there even gods?

Are we gods? No. Mortals we are.
For we lack immortality & godlike strength,
though in mind are of equal height, nobility.

But height is too little.
We want strength, strength to resist
the daily turning of clockhands,
the daily hum & rush,
the long minutes waiting for customers:
the long hush of aching emptiness
in the dark alone.

O lonely women typing day by day
& filing desperate papers in desperate files,
taking heavy pills & growing over-
weight feeding nervous cats,

take comfort
from the immortal gods:

& that men try to be like them,
but not too hard.

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First written 1982?  Revised 2001.


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