why the world spins: an incomplete myth


At the beginning
of our small but heavy planet
a woman and a man stood up
from the ooze of mud

but while the woman examined
the curious aspects of her body
the man looked all around

until his eyes settled on
the far horizon:

a deep desire then impelled him to go forth
and discover what lay beyond—

in his impatience, he began to run
and the treading of his feet
made the ball of the world spin.

The woman could see
the man had created a treadmill
and told him he’d soon find
the far horizon right under his feet

but the man refused to believe
he could achieve his grand dream
without tremendous strain and pain
and so, he ran on.

The woman then followed her own deep desire
—the drive to be together—
and strode beside the fool.

This pair created quite a commotion
with their motion:
pounding out earthquakes—
raising tidal waves—
stirring up
tornadoes and hurricanes
down through the ages
of the human race.

How does this story end?
Sorry, but I can’t say
because it hasn’t ended yet—
I will venture this guess:

eventually, the man and woman
will drop from exhaustion—
maybe they’ll trip
and land hard

then in the unfamiliar stillness
they’ll feel another impulse
deep within

and obeying this drive of spirit
embrace the ground beneath their butts
with whole heart.

What will our new life be
in that strange world of peace?

© 2019, Michael R. Patton
Survival: a poetry ebook
© 2019, Michael R. Patton

About Michael Patton

To put it plainly: I like to make things...But I’m only semi-competent (at best) when dealing the objects of our physical world. So I make intangible things...poems, tales, and pictures to go with those poems and tales. After a frustrating experience with the publisher of my first novel, I've published on my own. Now, I'm edging into video. It's all storytelling. Including the poetry. I'm a dreamer in the best and worst sense of the word. In my dreams, I'm not just writing my story, I writing OUR story. In my effort to realize this mad ambition, I'm trying to see the human story: past, present, future, in its many aspects. I'm proceeding at a slow crawl in this hard study... I don't see the inner world and outer world as separate. By learning about myself, I learn about others, I learn about my world.... Conversely, as I struggle to understand what I see OUT THERE, I learn about myself.... But to be clear: I don't claim any special understanding. I'm still purblind, still only half-awake.
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