Old Dogs

STATION TO STATION


we exist
within a four
dimensional universe
(so they tell us)
walking daily through
a three dimensional
prosaic world
mortally offended
at the suggestion
that we may be only
two dimensional posers
hinting at shallowness
a lack of depth
in rationality
and emotion

why
is it then
that most
of our thinking
is strictly limited
to one sordid
dimension

even less
than that
by definition
since two extremes
are usually mandated
forcing everything else
to fall somewhere
between

on a line
segment
of truncated
thought

this becomes
especially clear
in an election
year

democrat - republican
liberal -conservative
left - right

taking attention
away
from the everyday
familiar dichotomies

day - night
hot - cold
birth - death

realizations
coming down
to the selectional confines
of black and white
with varying
shades of gray
inside the
absolutes

why
is it so difficult
to step off
that railway
of imprisoned thought
and take a respite
on the perceptional
siding

have
a long look around
at the vast variety
of landscapes
terrestrial
celestial
and spiritual
that surround us
with a philosophical diversity
that must truly be
our habitat
of reality

I sit
here now
in my own collection
of segments
and extremes
all
a little less noble
than those of more
fundamental nature

working - unemployed
solvent - broke
drunk - hungover

I prefer
to spend
most of my time
at either opposing end
avoiding the in-between
of common frustration
staying near to the edge
where I'll hopefully
be able
to ponder
the hazy panorama
of possibility