Self-Necessitating

Poppy in Waterford Village
 
I wonder how much less the perpetual waves of life’s tide knocks me down 
Than it is how I am perceiving the knitted patterns in their own Way of unfolding
Is it not so much the ordinary moments than it is the riptide I carry within me
And what company is the stranger within; Whispering doubt and shouting profane
And yet; often my hands and feet know more of the craft of how to Live in this Life 
More than all my thoughts bound up as one – it is the “I” that creates untamed chaos. 

Me I will throw away.
Me sufficient for the day
The sticky self that clings
Adhesions on the wings
To love and adventure,
To go on the grand tour
A man must be free
From self-necessity
– Poem from: Patrick Kavanagh: The Self-Slaved

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *