What had happened?
Last night’s “disaster” was
merely a ripple.
No confrontations followed
And I was left with an
apologetic-looking smile.
Was there something of value to
be gleaned?
Probably, but without the pain
of abject failure
I don’t know where the energy
will come from
To squeeze the lessons there for
the milk.
Someone will draw the 80 to 1
winner.
Humility, in the moment of
victory,
Was the pronouncement whispered
In the ear of the conquering
general.
Surely the blessing of a
perceived failure,
Reversed by whims of chance,
Might allow for that miracle:
A moment of genuine clarity.
But the gods will have their
say,
And amusement is their utmost
desire.
So we will recognize our
overarching wisdom,
And gain as little as possible
from the experience.
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