Sometimes I speak ill of the dead
and sink back into to the earth
How does that help?
And sometimes I think the living
are out to blind me with distraction.
I run from this to this to this
like a squirrel forgetting how
to use the eyes I have,
not good either.
Virtue is an old word, though,
more potent than dichotomies.
I can pull myself together.
Be the lightning rod attract
the flash and fire of virtue
let it fuse my disparate selves
to its integrity.
S. Robbins from Readings