NIGHT AND DAY

Our fingers cannot match the stealthy ligaments of sun.

Compassion is the unique quality we have with which to overcome.

Like so much in mankind's seeking physical mastery,

The effort's mainly from the mind and soul for victory's primacy.


"Puny" is apt for both our muscles and our gait.

When we mortals sniff we only get a whiff - and hearing's second-rate!.

Creatures of the night we truly ain't!

In daylight it's the brain we must celebrate


Yet our species loves whacking pucks, on kicking leather balls, and swimming like demented toads.

We aim to emulate our rivals like the eagle and the dove.

But our steel wings so often crash, kill folk and smash our homes.

The blunt truth is that only dreams fulfill our final goals.


But the ultimate glory of our race is inconsistency.

The striving in our myriad futile fights each day spells moral victory.


DAVID WATMOUGH VANCOUVER BC
December 30, 2010