Robert Ronnow
The Happy Tectonics
Jack's Big Fight
Jack just had a big fight with his son Zach about it. He said
I'm tired of hearing how you're too tired to do your homework. You're
not too tired to play basketball or Xbox. That was that after Zach said
Whatever.
Visiting the nursing home you think Never
will I allow myself to live long enough to end like that, that's
a fact. But promises are broken all the time, to others and the self,
and that one probably will be too unless your face is shattered
into shards of broken glass, by accident. Then it will be quiet,
too quiet.
Day by day goes by until the day you receive news of your disease,
personal, unique, irrevocable, musical and factual, withal.
That's that you think but in fact it's not. You discover dying's
much like living. That's true until the body just stops barking, breathing
forever.
Salvation's in the details (sub-atomic particles). Granite
or sandstone, ash or oak, Odysseus or King Lear. That being
the only answer to the hyperorganization that is a cancer
on our insufficient organization. Jack's anonymity runs deep.
His work sunk in a tar pit or peat. Meditate on that,
accept
and repeat.
Copyright 2013 by Robert Ronnow.