Per Diem Archive: M. Clarke October 2018, Loaded
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
T S Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
We are like rabbits in front of a cocked weapon; our time here is loaded with potential disaster. What is most frightening? Nature unleashed, death and the unknown – or ourselves?
Perhaps we drown our fear of the future in a bottle, or smother it in material excess in order to distract? Or perhaps the dice have always been loaded and this game is unwinnable?
Or is it?
I sought haiku that relate to difficult times – times of personal strife or global problems, such as war. Is mankind really doomed or do we feel so intrinsically linked to this planet that it can somehow comfort us in our hour of need? And are the cracks required to let in the light?
So many loaded questions…