Monday, March 13, 2023

Eternity may have to wait

I have no time for the counsels of meaninglessness.

I have no time for the counsels of despair.

Though sentient beings are numberless

          we vow that we will save them all.

Though I have not infinity

          I am here.

I do not own eternity

          but I have now.

I have these hands and all that is within their reach,

          it is work enough.

To awaken the sleepers.

To show them—between the highway and the rail lines—

a pond, a puddle, muddy, oily,

          edged with tar-streaked gravel. And on this filthy water

improbable and brilliant, a flock of migrating swans.

One radiant feather outweighs eternity.


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Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
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