How and Why
The soul tethers
and signs on
to the program,
descending to learn
a thing or two
in the name of progress.
Sacrificing formless bliss
to take peach juice
on the chin
and even
the occasional insult
to build character.
Glad for cricket song,
lake glitter, and
pine forest, touched
by the sight of a boy
and his dog curled
warm in sleep,
the soul can only stand by
and watch the anchor
claw or give way
as it is pulled
by the unrelenting river,
feeling the sweet rush—
as well as the sharp
pang—at the arc
of every lesson.
Lisa Vihos
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