Notes About The Poem
"Events will still pile up, with or without an identity willing to organize them.” --Rachel Cusk
Contingency
The moon gazes
through April’s silver maple.
The rushing stream topples old trees;
the peaceful father, mother.
Earth’s half-in, half-out
of the sun’s habitable zone.
Powerful with eternity,
blinding with intensity.
Lazy, happy,
mirror, desert.
Zazen position,
necking in the front seat of Dad’s car.
Lazy, happy,
mirror, desert.
Moderation, persuasion, elections.
Way stations, stopgaps, safe havens.
Cheap jewelry can be sexy;
stop fixing things with duct tape!
Nothing but matter matters,
chipmunk, groundhog, skunk.
Do not provoke
an angry baboon.
Why care about the future,
the dead don’t live to see it.
I’ve come to see
if this is true.
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