![]() Zacchaeus Was Never a Mountain*A Poem by Paris HladZacchaeus Was Never a Mountain, But He May Have Moved One When He Was Only a Kid
Voltaire famously said: “God is a comedian Playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh.”
But if that is so, I do not think that the Almighty is all that funny �" Especially when it comes to subjecting me to the high drama Of unsolicited physical change;
Which is different from spiritual or intellectual change Because it rarely turns out for the good.
But a few days ago, my daughter asked me If I thought I might be getting shorter.
I said that I hardly thought so, but agreed to be measured Because I like it when loved ones express even scientific interest in me. And the idea of a man shrinking with age seemed like a good metaphor
For how I feel about my life generally �"
And strong metaphors about a person’s life are hard to come by When all the good ones have already been taken by his enemies.
More importantly, what if it were true? What if I was shrinking? But I was confident that I had not shrunk, As I am 70 years old �" Not 90!
And from what I can tell,
II still tower over a multitude of people Who are persuaded to embrace dotage As a doable, if not a satisfying lifestyle.
Yet I have indeed shrunk by more than an inch �" And that has caused me to consider purchasing a firearm Because I am no longer an imposing 72-inch mountain of a man, But less than a seventy-one-inch Zacchaeus who is, of course, More likely to provoke the attention of predatory individuals.
Now, when I look in the mirror, I see nothing that suggests That I was ever a mountain, or anyone other than Zacchaeus.
I suspect that young people conclude the same about me, And that is an outrage �" and even an ignominious scandal
Because I like talking with young people And have interesting things to say to them.
But there is a standard one must measure up to If one is to project a believable air of sage wisdom,
And I believe I have fallen below that line.
Conversely, my much-criticized adolescence May have been the tallest period of my life.
I transitioned from the ideals and wondrous visions of make-believe To the nasty reality of knowing what grown-ups really think of each other.
It was by far the most astounding revelation of my life.
Yet, I had a rebellious new body that demanded my attention, And in every instance had ambitions of its own. © 2023 Paris Hlad |
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1 Review Added on March 25, 2023 Last Updated on March 25, 2023 Author![]() Paris HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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