Really?

Random quote of the day:


“Better too skeptical than too trusting."

—Chinese proverb








( Illustrated version. )

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Resurgence

My one and only poem having to do with hockey.


From the notebooks, April 10, 1981:


Resurgence

They in the stands have never known
the lumbering wild across the ice
in pursuit of a small black disk,
almost lost amongst the boots and blades.
They do not know the thrill of crashing
and thrashing sticks in a rapid weave of air,
the reaching beyond breath and muscle,
the yearning towards the goal, the burn of ice
if any skin should touch, the taste of exertion
rolling down the face and onto the lips.
They have never known the pride, determination,
the struggle or the victory. They know only
that his skin is black, and knowing that
all other knowledge stops.

Just as time has stopped and reversed: it is 1952,
but instead of jeers and hate on the baseball diamond,
it is the ice that is consumed with rage.


( An historic and personal note about this poem. )

Maybe I like this one better

Slightly more words, Chapter 24 done, but not much to see here...