“ . . . but those who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength,
they shall mount up with wings like eagles,
they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”
Isaiah 40: 31.
Like the alleged behaviour of the ostrich,
the young bury their heads
in the nearest party; the flashing lights
and booming speakers joining to affect
a most efficient bouncer, large and unarguable,
to exclude uninvited realities.
Their parents did much the same,
retreating to their picture-window caves
with the essential light box flickering
in the corner, and tantalising with its
pleasant dancing magazine pictures
and offering only the tidily groomed
dressed-up view of world and nation
approved by the dominant consumerist paradigm.
Insistent reality, sad and unfashionable,
and bearing the accusing scars of
injustice, avarice and fear,
has been officially declared a source of boredom
and ordered to wait at the gate.
It makes us weary;
we would rather it intruded somewhere else.
© Ken Rookes 2012