For Some Reason
Writing poems helps, maybe just me
but hopefully you too.
It calls to me … details that passed my attention
like feathers held aloft in the breeze
and says in whispers, things don’t have to last forever
in order to be significant, and you don’t have to be
sergeant major to lead the band of your competing desires
Whatever you do, or don’t do, will go down
in the book of uncertainty for generations to come
without mentioning your name or date,
it will sit in the library of your neural substrate
for as long as you live.
How can this be? You ask.
We are made of moments that inspire other moments
that’s all and the only thing you need to judge
is how this will inform your life.
(from Sleep With Me: Lullaby for an Anxious Planet, Janet Vickers. Ekstasis 2020)
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