MORE LESSONS … (from gerbil poems)
these beasts at the end of my desk,
these gerbils, my living phylacteries,
busy themselves in front of me, as if to say,
“what is there more than eat, work, sleep, and sex?
what is this talk of symbols in decay?”
midstream
I
we are suddenly
one that needs care.
germinating in a culture,
located within a history,
of lives living midstream,
even as we do
A titan’s quest
years from now, after all,
will we aptly recall
throughout many seasons
the road of our reasons
which pushed electric cars
and pilgrimage to Mars?
Room Pasadena *
[Revised 4-9-2022]
on a bright sunny morning
no clouds in the sky,
in the hall nearby his room,
i decided to drop by
behind the door (i) heard motion,
i knocked to say hi,
the way cracked a tad open,
a dim voice spoke by-and-by
“you’re welcome to pass,
but step quickly inside,
you’re letting out the darkness
which i hope you can abide”
And then the worldly context of any discourse:
It was a time of hope, it was a time of fear,
it was an age of science, it was an age of ignorance,
it was an epoch of climate change, it was an epoch of disbelief,
it was a period of dreams, it was a period of politics,
it was a spring of recovery, it was a season of collapse (1)