This is Poem #20 in my series of poem-responses to the Big Questions posed by Prof. Simon Blackburn in his The Big Questions, Philosophy, 2009, Quercus Publishing, Plc. 2009, London, UK. Prof Blackburn teaches at the University of Cambridge in England. This hopes to help celebrate National Poetry Month (NaPoMo, April 2013).
Will I mould myself any which way I am pleased to behold as my own creation, not in the image of someone who chooses to be absent or gone?
GETTING OUT TO GET IN
One way or the other, we will get out to get in.
There are no borders here, nor limits, no doors
To slam. I am my own clay, brittle now, but I
Will mould myself any which way, I am pleased
To behold as my own creation, not in the image
Of someone who chooses to be absent or gone.
But who cares anymore? There are no measures
Nor beats I must march by, breathe by. I am free,
Am I not, to perish any which way I live or err?
Like my own moulder, shape or reshape my face
The way I want to meet all the same faces I meet,
And I will be my own healer, my last and final god.
Idle now, I am meant to dance at full throttle.
One way or the other, I will get in before I get out.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
This poem was prompted by: "Who pays heed anymore? Three birds in succession thunk against the glass. Which/ one is pursuer, which pursued? Danger and excitement. Dance at full throttle."---From “Throttle Ghazal” Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 07-19-12