Photo by Joe Stephenson |
We are forever wanting
to abduct history’s great imaginations,
safely domesticating them;
but in so doing,
we cage them
in intellectual zoos,
square-pegging them
into safe, round holes
of our own digging,
completely destroying
their untamed strength,
denaturing their virility,
eventually suffocating them
with the noose
of our own interpretation.
The ideas themselves
cannot be so captured,
because they are wild and free,
roaming the universe’s cerebral
plains.
All our attempts squeeze
only a single elucidation,
and that, only for a moment,
itself no more representative
of the whole than stick figures
against the wildebeest
in its natural element.
© 2015 Todd Jenkins
This is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteyes, I thinking the same and returned to the poem again today to re-read.
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