The Woods

Foliage by Richard Reeve

Out back, behind the house,

the woods,

where all the children

of the neighborhood gathered.

There was one stately pine

we’d boys climb until

cowardness set in

and we would turn back

around and lie

to each other

that we had touched the top.

There were benefits to these lies,

as our “sisters” would take us

over to the stream

and lay us down

on a bed of moss,

pull down our pants

and demand

a hero’s welcome.

Unfortunately, men continue

to lie this way,

on Wall Street and in DC,

failing to reach the needed heights

demanded by true leadership

because they are a bit too eager

to find yet another bed of moss.

Only women will lead

the world out

of the current mess.

Men, I’m afraid,

no longer have the capacity.

(Thank you to Michael for reminding me never to mention these things.)

Commonplace Capers, No. 04

So, we paint the world as the systems fail and Mother Nature herself has trumped the Supreme Court to declare daily that of all the species she has fostered, we really have to go.

Whose idea was it to make car key carrying monkeys? It’s all Henry Ford’s fault, nothing to do with BP or Exxon?

Forgive the prelude rant, perhaps it brought some attention?

What I so love about being active in this space– the democratization of the printing press. What we have available to us, in these blocks and posts and sites is quite an exceptional thing, really.

Sure, we can complain about the rent, we can push it to see that the words find paper– but seriously, the flow that each and everyone is saying 24/7, saying what needs to be said…

It’s remarkable, no?

Postscript: blogging a bit like autobiography, not just the present tense, but in the present.