How difficult it is to love the stupid <br />in ourselves, not to mention the shortcomings <br />of others. Each time I stumble from <br />a pair of platform shoes, how clumsiness <br /> <br />surprises! I'm astonished - even worse, <br />appalled - every time a shiny SUV <br />insists on jumping out in front of me. <br />How slow I am to understand the obvious! <br /> <br />I'm going outside now to gather calla lilies. <br />How strange it might be if I still had the brains <br />of a twenty-something Ph.D.-in-training. <br />The red ones I've been growing. And memory, <br /> <br />what a laugh, stuck between experience <br />and precognition - middle of a road <br />where no one wants to be. What a load <br />of magic beans that is. I mean, that is, disdain <br /> <br />for the middle of the road, not the precognition. <br />I know I won't remember what I said tomorrow. <br />Now I'm up a tree, climbed it with thorough <br />joie de vivre. Tell me, did you ever get the lilies?<br /><br />C.J. Sage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peripetia-or-flowers-for-everyone/
