WHERE HAVE YOU GONE, T.S. ELIOT?
by Gerald Locklin
In the aerobics room,
Going nowhere on my treadmill,
While watching a beefy colleague
Climb stairs while remaining in place,
It occurs to me that maybe
What we have instead of
St. John of the Cross,
The dark night of the soul,
And the subsequent ascent of Mount Carmel,
Is the stepmaster machine.
Drawing: “Relativity” (1953) by M.C. Escher