We will always be different
a little strange perhaps
unable to celebrate
the joy of combat
and competition
or market domination
very much.
Maybe it's our genes
a missing thread
in the brain
that makes peace
a sweeter choice
than passing victory
to the likes of us.
Or perhaps it's an end
to marching
to trumpets and drums
echoing
in the greedy palace of power
as children dressed for combat
in pajamas with bare feet
who find love of being
instead.
Maybe we would rather be
completely, secretly naked
among busy shoppers
hunters and gatherers
of disquiet
racing to get enough
and get home
before it's too late.
What a story we tell!
With our eyes
our actions
to the few who can see
and who might nod
their recognition.
We nod, too.
For us both
the tao is enough.
taobro
3/9/98
