What to expect

with the man/horse thing

prancing about, wild and wonky,

head-in-air

tripping into the unseen holes underfoot

as well as it’s own traps and tricks.

 

seth the pundits 

with aeons of perspective on folly & fear;

 

Those maestros, in their wisdom

(beloved goats, canny and considered)

forget, or are too kind to remember

that it doesn’t listen

 - what with its head in the air,

facing alluring spaces of sky and stars

while hitched to the pounding pistons

of its leggy brawn and spunky guts….

….until once again it tumbles, oops!

into the next ditch, all the while

gaily shooting off its arrows

without pause, reflection

or  interest in results;

so intrigued by the tempting New

and Uncertain,

whilst brim with its own rash prowess.

 

All that opportunity!

 

Give the creature its daffy head!

Like Mary’s lamb it will bring tales home

along with its tail, in due course

- long as it is left to its irresistible self,

and can pitch into and out of its undoing,

to its own heartsease.

 It just has to!

Ghandi’s principles re non-resistance

disregarding.