Equal

TheFeatheredSleep

At every juncture

The challenges are

Equal

For a five year old

First learning to fit in

Can be as painful as

A ninety year olds last breath

When we inhabit that moment

In the skin of then

We are incomparable

For one shall survive a flood

And another the passing of their favorite dog

A child may cry at a bad grade

Whilst her mother learns she must lose her breast

There are few compasses

In the search for meaning

We are not

Linear beings

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20 thoughts on “Equal”

  4. It is not a world of straight lines and right angles,
    Not one of orderly grids of numbered and named streets.
    No, it is all wiggly and squiggly,
    A forest of barely marked trails,
    A trackless savanna or desert.
    Or unmarked field of fresh snow,
    Or canyon lands leading to unknown outlets,
    Or mountain cliffs with no other climber’s pitons left.
    We humans are what we have ever been,
    Explorers where the maps say,
    Here there be dragons and Eldorado.

  5. That you titled it “Equal” says it all.

    “We are incomparable

    For one shall survive a flood

    And another the passing of their favorite dog

    A child may cry at a bad grade

    Whilst her mother learns she must lose her breast

    There are few compasses

    In the search for meaning

    We are not

    Linear beings”

    The last 3 lines make the poem even more powerful.

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