“WHITE TREE”, 2001, 11″ x 11″ x 4″, m/m
We hear the word ‘vulnerable’

And we wish we hadn’t.

In the deep recesses of our smaller selves

We value power and control

Over communion.

We ARE vulnerable creatures…

Descended from the great apes who had what it took to survive,

We are standing here, now

With only the barest snippet

Of the fur they depended on for warmth.

Because we don’t need it.

Gone are the food gathering skills

And the ‘you stay with me, kid’ uber-nurturing

As well as the intricate tribal intelligence

It took to live so closely together

In peace.

Here we all stand (albeit with a wobble in my case)

Looking so confident

And secure.

And then….

Some THING happens

That shatters the thin sheen

Of manufactured order

We banked on lasting forever.

All of a sudden..


Our shiny costuming

Is dragging through the mud

And we can’t remember the word

For: “HELP!”

Standing there, mute,

By the side of the road,

We let all the cars go by

As we hide in the bushes.

We stay there,

Wet and hungry

Until we are forced to step forward.

With every ounce of pride

Finally dissolved

And replaced by humility,

Someone altogether changed

And so very lovely

Approaches the highway

And asks for a ride.


2 Responses to “Vulnerability”

  1. gerry harty on August 7th, 2011

    so beautiful Cathy…thank you!

  2. Elisa on August 8th, 2011

    So true, so well said my friend!

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