armadillo woods bbb - July 10, 2016sc

author’s note:

Another poem with a mirror in it.
 

ARMADILLO MIRROR

Though I constantly struggle to see…

I often miss the obvious
until a lightning bolt
from some personal god
shocks me awake—

as when
on a half-moon night
(while once again lamenting
 my meager accomplishment)
I happened upon
an armadillo on the lawn

and suddenly—without thought
saw myself in a mirror:
that little armored grubber
—an irrepressible spirit—
trundling along on its bitty legs:
a dwarf clawing for its survival
through many dark ages.

Such resolve, such strength!

But before my pride
could rise too high
I was struck again
by an inner knowing
I’d tried so hard to ignore:

the shell that protects
also limits…

I must evolve
out of the dark.

As I am, so we are.
 


© 2016, Michael R. Patton
SURVIVAL: a book

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