The Full Catastrophe

The Full Catastrophe! by Odin Roark For most Life rambles on Making the journey On low pressure tires Taking the curves slowly Approaching stop signs with a Rolling stop Along the way We get test rides You know The power engine-euphemisms A corporate muscle-flex A mating desperation in the night Perhaps even a self-loathing needle prick How sublime the fortunate Those understanding To not want to suffer Is to unknowingly embrace why they suffer To know the law of duality Is akin to understanding A glass is neither half full nor half empty When dumped on the floor Perception dictates Below ones eyes Spreading outward is merely water A conundrum unsolvable While judging the glass Half “full” or half “empty” Might it be If we look into the eye of life’s storm And embrace it all We’ll see as Zorba “Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt And look for trouble.” And then For many The Zorba life holds true “Am I not a man? And is a man not stupid? I’m a man, so I married. Wife Children House Everything. The full catastrophe” All with a glorious smile and unforgettable dance