His father died, and in rode the terrible freedom. There was no one left on earth to judge, so the man followed his heart’s affections. Most saw merely mid-life change, just one more cracking under the pressures, known and unrecognized, that make up our lives. But he sensed it as a pilgrimage away from
an unsatisfactory life, the steps of a religious hysteric
without a religion.
It was that their words no longer reflected
the world he perceived. Their lives
were powerful but to no particular purpose.
He accommodated them for years,
granted a long leash. Such behavior won him
the title ‘a gracious man’ but whacked out his liver.
God loves them, no doubt, but he can’t stomach
their desperation, their faithful devotion
to never being at ease.
He finally had all he could stand, so he
gave them over to their striving desires. To
commemorate his divorce he took a Sharpie and
wrote Lao Zi’s line on the kitchen door:
The sage is not a do-gooder.
From here on out he plans
to dance in the dark shade of courage.
From this moment on he hopes
to cut quite a rug.
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