I
the cat’s first sly glance on waking. lolling sideways,
exposing limbs and belly. believing we own everything.
after the economic downturn, after the slaughter in another
country.
gestures graceful as the grass in wind. they lie to speak
the truth, to keep us in the right queue.
a new breed of barbarity. as we age we enter ambiguity. the
oaks are wailin’ up an old tune, mournful.
II
frantic squirrels, the rain-stained siding, the sky a bowl
of instability.
we dream a better life, a deep connection.
the people sleep in tents on grass and concrete, their
protest signs hand-wrapped in plastic. the office workers start their shift
with some fatigue and apprehension.
daily, I record the details: I let the cat in from the cold
at 5 a.m., the chubby grey cat with silver whiskers. I fill the kettle, choose
a cereal bowl. before dawn I walk through planes of darkness.
we are a country with a lot of birds, a lot of sky.
III
this year, ranked 23rd in happiness. we have
forgotten how to change and falter speaking.
I made some big mistakes, I lost my appetite. I wish the
good life had been mine to give my children. pay attention
I stood up and said like, pay attention.
the women are irascible: they knit and cook, read
literature, write manifestos.
the trees, the birds, the beasts who love us. it is too much
of an illusion and the real world fails. this is my artist’s voice.
IV
the curse of all our wants and all our fears. we breathe in
and feel the cleansing sea. breathe out the greed, decay, imprisonment.
I did not know how art had changed me. I stared it in the
face until the danger passed. I could not see the real, amazing world until I
saw it with amazement. the tiny details of our wondrous lives.
We live in beautiful and troubled times. love vibrates,
cracks the days asunder.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
Beautiful!
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