Aim at the Target but Don’t Expect a Bulleye
Don’t just lift a pen.
You’ve got to have something to say
Ideas, like water, don’t flow up hill
They are not like some etching by Escher.
Such magic is always an illusion.
We are born in a gravitational field
and cannot escape it,
whatever one’s imagination.
I was reading about Harlow Shapley, the astronomer,
who astutely expanded the Milky Way,
but mistook a million galaxies for smoky nebulae.
No; no one is perfect.
But if your pitcher is full
and you have the spiritual strength
of a Mahatma Gandhi
then you should pour a little into the cups
of your compatriots.
To share, and be shared
is the best hope that the majority of us can ask for
Mostly, though, the canniest choices
seem to be elsewhere,
are like looking for a comet through a dirty telescope.
Really! Who do you know that won the lottery?
And those gods: they never come by, or fill our mugs gratuitously,
like in Greek mythology.
More often they ( our mugs) are as empty as our pocket-books,
our brains, our prospects.
More often we are even out of ink
when it is really needed