Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone
The Inevitable Outcome
By Christine Tapson
There are no ordinary moments
Nothing miraculous in the routine
Life can be a cruel torturer
And I run for the restroom.
The angry heads of the predators
Will prescribe the future.
The unexpected catches the unaware
who fall and break an arm in two places.
I’m torn between watching and joining in
Part of me is brave, but all the rest is caution.
Deep breath, first step
Reason gets lost in motion.
I find myself walking down twisted corridors of wood.
And I do what needs to be done.
Christine’s poem Ode to Nice appeared at vox poetica in September as part of Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words.
Oh, this is so sad. Unfortunately life brings us more than we can bear at the worst times. But is thee a good time?
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for your comment Jeanette. This was about one of the many experiences I have had when I have to treat my animals in the “crush/race” which is the corridor of wood. When they’re sick my stomach goes into a knot and I want to puke, but I can’t give in to my fears of the outcome (not about MY safety, theirs). A toss of the head – those cattle are strong – and I can and have been injured; but the predator is ME in their eyes. I’M the carnivore and their lives are in my hands….
And I thought Life’s Like That – facing our fears.
Thank YOU for sharing.
C