Schrödinger’s Letter

As long as the envelope is unopened

it is both good news and bad.

Not knowing is both hopeless and hopeful,

and there is no joy in such a state.

Anticipation is a rusty blade that

slips into the gut faster than pain, but

the anticipation gives the blade a twist

and the pain is there. The twist of fate.

The autobiographical plot-twist,

and there is no end to this without

opening that damn envelope.

‘Wanting to know' battles ‘it’s better

not to know.’  Fear of not knowing

begins to hurt worse than fear of

knowing.  Eventually.  To know

‘Knowing’ is, however, the natural

death of hope.  Not knowing is the

most essential ingredient of Hope.

 

Useless Wings by tex norman

Useless Wings by tex norman

 

Some birds don't fly, but they have wings.

What that must be like to have something

that should impart an ability but it doesn't.

 

How painful it must be to want do something

that, for all apparent reasons, you should be

able to do, and yet you clearly, demonstrably

 

cannot do.  It is doubtful the turkey would be

on so many plates for Thanksgiving if they

had the gift of soaring flight.  And chickens

 

are like sitting ducks.  No. It's worse than that,

and it explains why so many are consumed

daily.  Do Penguins pensively stand patiently

 

huddled on a sheet of ice, all winter, because,

being nonflying birds, it is safer for them there?

Are Ostriches so unpredictable mean because

 

they are just so pissed off about not being

able to use the wing they were bone with?

Having a few useless gifts of my own I am

 

not totally clueless to how the might feel.

I can see the edge, and I'm thinking, do

I dare dash to the edge determined

 

to place my faith in what has failed me so

many times before?  Is my lack of faith

the flaw that keeps from from success?

 

Do I dare try to do what I've been unable

to do a dozen times before?  Is my flaw

never taking that one, no turning back try?