There’s persons…

“If a lion could speak we would not understand him.”

Ludwig Wittgenstein

There’s persons worse insulted than you
   They even hurt more,
and though we may come to love them
   we will never see things quite their way
And if they learn to speak truly
   we won’t understand them
Here’s some of the jewels of our lives—
   the bright white moon, whole, in winter’s predawn light
   your hand across this table touching mine
   our glasses of wine in a summer evening’s half-light
      “to us...”
Mourning, as everyone knows,
   spontaneously ends
True joy is spontaneous too
On a day like today,
   can’t we let the raging lions go?

-November 25, 2009-