Monday, December 9, 2024

When Do You Get to Stop Working on It?

We are survivors / of the Future,
Announced Michael McClure in a poem
More than half a century ago,

And you agree with him. The Future
Has been taking a blow-torch to you,
For as long as you can remember,

Sixty-plus years of fear and trembling
Takes a toll on any vehicle,
As prevailing winds sculpt a desert.

But you don’t care for the word, survive.
Endure might be better. There’s no word
In English, that sums up resistance

And surrender fused by the black hail
Of life’s relentless experience,
But the poets are working on it.

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