Do What You Must

There are things one must do in high society. One must maintain appearances…and all that. Know your manners. Know your place setting. Know your place. Be social, congratulate profusely and defer when appropriate. There are things one must not do in polite company. So escape expectations. Run away at night. Scratch up your feet. Collect a few blisters. Shiver and gasp in a gleaming blue spring of spring run-off. Then run on. Find old trees but respect not the elders. Treat them as social ladders, and climb! It’s lonely at the top, I’m told. Nothing but a canopy of green. Is it money? Jealousy? Just leaves, perhaps…leaves? Leave? OH! LEAVE! Get your feet back on the ground Where moon-cast puddles of light lay dappled between dancing shadows. Take in the dizzying ballroom. Spin ‘til your head spins. Sing if you want to…or better yet SCREAM!!!!! And scream again, just to hear the world scream back: "There are things one doesn’t do in polite company." Screw it. Run! Swim! Climb! Dance! Scream until the world hears you! Let them scream back. They surely will. But there are things one must do, In wild country. 04/03/2020