Relative Comfort
“Relative Comfort” explores the tendency of most to stop short of full realization.
Relative Comfort
Of those who find their way,
many pitch a tent at the gate,
content to wait in relative comfort.
They may feel this is a special relativity,
their arrival seen as an accomplishment
to add to their C.V. of “see me.”
Some regard the opening as far too small
as what they carry will not fit through,
let alone admit their “who.”
Even relief, including the fig leaf, must go;
all that one believes or knows,
surrendered at this gateless gate.
As for the how, it cannot be said…
there is no prescription or instruction
to ensure your induction.
The streetlights have just come on.
Hide-and-Seek is over.
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Wonderful poem, Walter. Thank you.