What we accept often bears no relation to what is. |
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TruismsTruisms, more often than I would like to admit,turn out not to be true And I am fond of pointing out that wherever one travels in this world, from Brazil to Madagascar, Ethiopia to the steppes of Russia, anywhere and everywhere, people tie their shoelaces in the same way Except Canadians I don’t know why it is, this special talent of Canadians to be unlike the world, to twist a lace the wrong way 'round and build the bow from bottom topward, ending upside down But it’s true and I saw it proven just last night, when an un-named native of that second-largest country bent to tie her shoe And I was dumbfounded, I admit it freely at a loss and embarrassed for her when she said ‘that’s how we do it' and smiled, thus branding an entire population backward, consigning a nation to under-loops And yet watch carefully the next time a Canuck ties their shoes, look for the furtive glance, a tell-tale covering the bow with cupped hands, the reason why so many wear loafers It could be cold winters, the isolation of the tundra or merely considering curling a sport that breaks the universal legacy, the father to son, the mother to daughter of laces wrapped over fingers, left to right Yet it’s there, a brand upon the forehead Canadians held apart from the civilized world unskilled, unknowing, blinded to their fault |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |