Scrambling in the Brambles

 

Wrestling with the shadow

As it vies for that cocky vainglorious

Bright side of the self

That hasn’t frayed

At the edges for the past 20 years

 

It throws the gauntlet

To solarity holding taut

The shape of our identity

As it is projected

In the public arena

Bent on asserting to

Oneself and to others

Its wholeness

Unwashed and unabashed

 

We are all ears as it tells

Its mythologies

As it constructs

Our fearless heroine

Figura and persona

Sure footed knower of truths

Undeterred explorer of domains

 

We cast a loving eye

As it performs

With a straight face

Its virtue signals

The stand-up comedy

Of our self-effacement

Skirting our multitudinous trespasses

And bevy of omissions

 

And yet here we are

Tonight wrestling with

That angel-like cone of darkness

That won’t be corralled or contained

Has broken lose

And now flings us

Through the thistles and brambles

For our tentative foot

To furrow unknown paths.

 

Pina Piccolo, June 19, 2025

 

 

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