We stand in that square of sunlight
and question our allegiance
to what is good and right.
"That sun sure feels good, doesn't it?"
Doesn't it? It does, doesn't it. It does.
That hesitant glimpse through a door
we've been raised to believe
is an impenetrable wall.
Doesn't it? It does.
Raised to suspicion of all that feels
good without pain and suffering
and sacrifice.
Doesn't it? It does.
We question without waiting
for an answer we're afraid to hear.
You're a fool!
You were lied to,
deceived by the same liars
who deceived your revered ancestors!
An entire lineage of fools!
Fools deceived by liars
who've laughed at
you throughout
all of history,
laughed
at
fools so
easily deceived
into questioning all
that is good and right,
into questioning the very
warmth of a patch of sunlight!
We stop for only a moment,
to contemplate, to consider in
silence, in the bare shelter
of a patch of sunlight
in -2° on a bright
morning in
January.
"It does," we say.
Our only concession to truth.
And then we bow our heads.
We pick up our burdens.
And we walk.
Blindly.
Into darkness.
January 30, 2025
