“We live in the flicker.”
-Joseph Conrad
what stories I tell don’t matter
wisdom always arrives too late
I sit here now out of the way
dismissed into inconsequence
profundity’s simplicity smacks
like a brick upside my head
pay attention
begin at the beginning
one shuffling step at a time
each day chop wood carry water
all so focused on each moment
ignore what’s next
no time for dreams
It’s painful to watch them
the children all so grown
so hungry for their lives
their struggles always dire
their accolades so dear
so unaware of each iron link
curling back ‘til anchored tight
to the rock at the titan’s feet
(February 26, 2015)
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