I try very hard to be brave
\nin the face of nothing at all.
\nIn the face of boring authority,
\nthe dialogue of my morning dread,
\nstreets that do not welcome me.
\nIndifferent places
\nwhere I have no place,
\nwhere I am a nuisance,
\na mumbling sprite with uncombed hair,
\npart of the fog of an overcast day.
\nA man facing a perpetual Monday,
\nan overripe apple.<\/p>\n
That is the nothing I\u2019m afraid of,
\nthe nagging headache,
\nthe uncertainty of the certain.
\nTo be alive,
\na seed swelling from a flower,
\na bird in its bath,
\nan eagle at the edge of air.
\nTo fall deeply from a gravitationless star,
\ndaring death in a challenge,
\nswimming with a shark,
\nbothers me not at all.<\/p>\n
I am brave enough to live,
\nto fall,
\nto meditate in my shadow,
\nto cast myself into night.
\nBut to be bored,
\nto be silly,
\nto treat stupidity with gravity,
\nthat I have no courage for,
\nno patience,
\nno hope.
\nFrom that I will run
\nlike a frightened leopard,
\nand climb to the highest branch of a tree,
\nand pray for salvation,
\ndeliverance,
\nuntil danger returns.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I try very hard to be brave in the face of nothing at all. In the face of boring authority, the dialogue of my morning…<\/p>\n