Passion Is Its Own Predicament

5 a.m. Souls ascend from earth’s vale of fears. Others wait don’t give up yet. Nothing I can do about that. Not is my name known but am I a good man. That goes for John, too a man of faith who wants what God wants. What about hate in the streets. What do white people want? I see no need to pull down statues of General Lee instead put him side by side and head to head with Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela and Mahatma Gandhi. Also kids who cops shot dead. Meanwhile on the macro economic and political scale leviathans (peoples, nations) drift toward perpetual armageddon or peaceful solutions. We don’t know which and John will be gone before it matters except to his children and, of course, ours. What I have done to change man’s trajectory, for better or worse, remains anonymous. Every action meets an equal and impassable mountain. Passion is its own predicament. Cast a cold eye and guess. The clouds go, nevertheless, in their direction.