Trial and Terror

Trial and Terror Tim had tried most everything else waiting hoping procrastinating meditation introspection ‘extro-neglection’ defence contraptions of all sorts and the whole self-help spirit enclave palaver and yet he still felt like a cadaver a rotting ‘thing’ of the past The Universe seemed far away above a flat earth and an ancient canopy beyond clouds of neglected wisdom He tried a catapult built a durable frame attached a spring cantilever for his heavy payload and ‘bingo’ off he went flying ‘This is it how foolish I have been not to see the stars for the comets and thunder’ The sky was the limitless limit fast on the rise Soon he approached heaven and reveled in a wondrous tarpaulin embracing for shelter well that’s what he thought as misery continued It turned out to be a trampoline suspended upside down or downside up a matter of mat bouncing him back to where he had come from ‘They’ had not spoken of a yo-yo in the manual another promise unfulfilled but at least he was moving bouncing back and forth ‘til he crashed Maybe he concluded ‘I’m in the right place in my time and confusion after all for now’ It was time to reshuffle the motionless cards Tarot told him that the Hermit needs to be there for a purpose and the Hanged Man is only a metaphor for outliving what was and a sign for quieting change He dug a (w)hole in the frozen ground cemented his feeble foundation and from that a buried base put earth onto earth and constructed a causeway