Empathy for Rubber Bands

Watching from afar, a spectator

Of the limitless ideal

Watching people jump and reach the moon

But – wringing my hands – wondering why

They punch so far above their weight

While children below rot and die

 

Even a rubber band, born just to stretch

Still can only go so far

It watches people jump and reach the moon

While it sags, limp

Yanked beyond the laws of nature

It lies bound to

 

It sits in a pool of exponential deepening

The pool of modernity

A reminder of limits in an age of boundless technology

A sticky note pasted on touchscreen

A young man, body bound by money

An old man, mind bound by time

A child, spirit bound to textbooks

Despite its efforts to stretch and stretch

Watching from so, so far away

(it snaps)

The poor thing.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s