What price are we willing to pay for a functional future of civil society? Are we willing each to forgive others for all of our stumblings and stupidities and simple misperceptions? Are we willing to accept the forgiveness of others, and accept with it the implications of our own imperfections of perception and intention?
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.
3/9/2017
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.
3/9/2017
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