His cough is nagging and persistent,
and you just know the homeless man
is living on borrowed time. The young
woman sitting next to you is smart and
attractive, and you figure her attributes
could very well afford her a promising
future. The minister on the other side
has devoted his life to a calling hopeful
for the Kingdom of Heaven to come.
Little does he know, but a child on the
teeter-totter is practicing for the ride
of his life. Ups and downs are in the
cards for everyone. Yee-haw, ride ‘em,
Cowboy! The squirrel couldn’t care less
about its future. He warily grabs for the
peanut offered to him. It is wise for us
as well to recognize certain innate instincts.
It’s so damn convenient these days to forget
about from where we came. A few hours
sitting on a park bench in the middle of the
city can reveal the anthropology of our history.
Open your eyes and see. You needn’t unearth
bones below the surface to know. Yes, like it or
not, this mishmash amalgam of humanity
includes you too. You rise and walk away. The
possibility of it all is the shadow of venerability
which follows you from here to there, from one
bench to another throughout the rest of days.
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Chris Hanch 11-25-18
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