Wisdom

 

I didn’t really get him when he taught

us the folly of thinking that life pits

one against another — but no, that’s not

 

it at all — wisdom and everything good

is passed along — life’s bucket brigade. I got

it later, in the men’s room, where we would

 

line up at the trough. I was still at my wit’s

end before I suddenly understood

him when he said, “We are but conduits.”

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

December 2019

 

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