by Robyn Sarah from A Day's Grace: Poems 1997-2002.
It is possible that things will not get better
than they are now, or have been known to be.
...But it is probable
that we will stay seated in our narrow seats
all through the tedious dénouement
to the unsurprising end — riveted, as it were;
spellbound by our own imperfect lives
because they are lives,
and because they are ours.
Read the whole poem here.
It's been awhile since one of Garrison Keillor's poems on The Writer's Almanac spoke directly to my heart. It happened yesterday. I read those first two lines and they said so much:
- Age happens.
- Bodies fall apart.
- Public education.
- Global warming.
I'm listening to The Amber Spyglass by Phillip Pullman right now. Lyra and Will are in the Land of the Dead. I dedicate this poem to them, to the force of life, to all of the amazing things we each will do with our lives.
Kelly Fineman has the roundup today.