The Brightest Apes

January is a time-torn storm,
Roaring vortex doorway of the year;
Watch-storm wizard,
Wind-both-ways blizzard.
The past is new,
The future a fossil;
Flakes of white are
Memories gone and
Those not yet lived.

We stand on the threshold,
Smug, for after all,
We are the brightest apes.
We stamp-dance, fret or weep
Like small children,
Powerless, startled and chilled;
A little a-feared,
Over-faced, overawed and overwhelmed:
The brightest apes,
the most intelligent fools.

25/1/2013

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8 thoughts on “The Brightest Apes

  1. At least we can write, when we’re stuck indoors because of the weather. 🙂 Sue

  2. emaginette says:

    Oh, I’m not a-feared. I go play in it after the storm is over. I may never grow up. 🙂

  3. reikiheidi says:

    Love the last two lines especially 🙂

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