I don’t know, but I hope so, because we have left ourselves rudderless and flailing in the currents of ongoing history, incapable of choosing a direction in which to all begin rowing. We’re drifting downstream with rapids visible ahead, and with some potential precipice some unknown possible distance ahead.
And so, since I don’t know if we are willing or able to find common ground in our failings, I write. And, since I don’t have the attention span to write long dissertations on how to fix our broken civil contracts with each other or otherwise make things work well, I write poetry. I write poetry, sometimes to shed light on dark things I think should be exposed, sometimes to reflect beautiful things to distract from distress, and sometimes just to lay my vulnerabilities out in hopes of finding connection.
In this way, perhaps, I can contribute some small bits of fiber to the yarn we’ll use to stitch us together and take one more step toward a more perfect union.