January 18th, 2016 *Another* Sonnet

by Brendan Strong

It’s a good idea until it becomes a thing
That can be held (in mind or hand) and judged:
A porcelain cat with smiling oversized cheeks of pink
Or a theory of existence for whatever can be touched.

We will always have nostalgia and that sense
That we have been escaped by something else
Wanting to make us up into someone less tense
But really that’s someone else, a different self.

The main thing is to pretend you understand
It will all be written down when you’re older
Structured as part of some overarching plan
That makes sense when you have the time to go over.

Or maybe the main thing is to avoid the fear
Of why you’re here, and fight it with reasons for cheer.