Nature abhors a vacuum.
It doesn’t do guilt either.
Whereas we human beings,
Gifted as we are,
With absurdly large absurd brains…
We can learn and talk
And make and take.
We can feel and reflect
And destroy and create.
But we cannot forget.
We are the lucky
And the unlucky.
For once locked in, those thoughts cannot be lost
Save by disease and accident.
We are doomed to wander through our minds,
Ancient mariners who have to tell our story
Just…just to lower the depth of guilt and horror
That can engulf us.
The oak tree stands and watches
As we pass below, wrenched by demons and horrors,
Tortured by guilt.
The wise sit under the branches and look up
And listen to the wisdom of that old oak.