Monday, April 27, 2015

Making adjustments

With every passing moment
things begin to sag
gloom and doom descending
tongues and fingers wag.

The ‘trouble with normal
is it always gets worse’:1
the accepted language of the day
was once considered curse.
If don’t adjust the volume
the voices get too low
and if I don’t put glasses on
I cannot see the show.

But I won’t accept the norm
if it goes from grey to black
though I can’t prevent tomorrow,
can’t turn ‘progress’ back.

But I can govern my perception
and how I view those things
that are changed with votes.
I can sometimes turn the peg
so the tension in the string
produces crisper notes.

note 1 A Bruce Cockburn song lyric.

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