Blame Plato with his shadows on the wall.
There was a firmness to it and it was my way
to have it that way: done right, right away.
All blood in the bone I know and honestly,
what couldn’t be justified with that?
But now that I am here at the end,
as God is my witness, it has humbled me.
Where do you let go of the water that’s flowed
when the water that’s flowed has gone dry?
How do you say yes when you’ve always said no
and you don’t even know the why?
And when do you stop paying
when the loan is past due—
the principal gone missing,
the interest a debt double owed?
and I doubt if I ever will—
too many nights have passed me by
here in the dark of my cave.
Tell Plato to play out the shadows on his.
This poem banks on the reader knowing Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, which holds that there is often a deeper reality to what we perceive is happening.
I think we all feel, as we get older, like one of the prisoners freed from the cave who can, with age, better perceive the forces, effects and consequences of their own life. It is not always necessarily a happy thing to know, but at least it is the best truth we have. At least to that point; at least as best we can see it; at least as sure as we can feel it. Life moves, it all moves, we move with it and we carry on.
Thank you for reading Pure Plato. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
PS: Sorry that I have not been posting much of late. You may be thinking that all the big words in, and the length of, the long essay for my previous 9/11 post tired out my poor, wittle brain, and you may just be right. But I am also very busy these days with an evening course that I am taking from Kent State, and until today, Lyn and I have had the bounty of hosting our daughter and granddaughter…which has just been a wonderful, marvelous time. Oh, and I bought a new banjo. Hey, life.
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