Today is a dull day.
The highlights of life attract the passing glance
And hold it, transfixed, for a moment of frozen time.
It is the lights we recall, not the dark sky they
Are set against, it is the sparkle of the tinsel
Not the dull green of the tree.
Or is it?
Is what we really remember the contrast
Of light and dark, of bright and dull?
We recall the promise on the bus, and the
Threats of immigrants and losing our identity
And these are set in stark contrast against the
Realities of economic forecasts and
Canceled educational exchanges.
The desire to have a blue passport
Stands out, and the loss of a research project
In renewable energy seems distant and
Rather boring.
Rather dull.
But yet, in the end, when all is said and done,
When the shouting is over, and the dust has settled,
Then we will realise that it was the dull things
That we really needed and cared about all along.
And then the words of the wise, drowned out
At the time in the cacophony of fools,
Will sing out sadly but true.
When it is too late, and the fools
Have gained their empty victory.
(c) 2ndwitch, 12/04/19
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