Climbing our hill today wasn’t the sinecure it used
to be - but then we’ve moved a long way from th’
level o’ well-being existent when we did it daily; in
the event, no inference suggested we shouldn’t -
so accepting muscular pain would be short-lived,
and bravely persisting paid dividends in the end -
we’re now aware whose gain is negotiating these
rumbustious terms for our return’s imminence -
And if seeing it that way paves a tempestuous yet
gilded pathway - so be it - the view from the top’s
what rests the case; dwelling in the Glenn doesn’t
raise hopes of an unfailing recovery: then again, a
sinecure’s nemesis suggests we’re well on a track
we’d left in an austerity of th’ mind’s ambivalence
© 23 November 2017, I. D. Carswell
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