The Peak Toward Which He Climbed
The peak toward which he
Climbed is not attainable
And he,
Wounded,
Falls back into the Earth,
Consumed
And so, now, the joy is
Gone from his life
Was he just
A little feller
Whose parents had taken
His favorite old toy?
For some not-well understood transgression
Yes, it was old
Yes, it was dirty
But it had once been
New, clean, loved
As he had been
Those many years ago
But it is now gone
And so he sits deserted
Wondering
Will he get it back
From his corner
Small, betrayed, alone
Does the punishment fit the what is the crime
And he now realizes
As was sung many years ago
This is his own Tapestry
As he reached for that something
Only for his hand
too, to come up empty
And soon, worse still
The whole world would
Soon know of his failure
And his utter embarrassment
Would shine in the light of day
For others to mock him
Would that I were not he!
I am he
