While in the street
outside, the people hear nothing at all.
— C. P. Cavafy, from "But Wise Men Apprehend What Is Imminent"
If we mattered
we'd have more time.
The day comes
when we will eagerly trade the past
for more tomorrow.
Not so much chosen
as the result of our choices,
the wild world
violating our timid wills with rhythm,
a blow exchanged for a blow
How else can we treat the stranger,
believing ourselves what we believe ourselves?
Must we fill the moat with trash, tear down every stone
that sits on stone, and move into temporary shelters,
tents and cardboard boxes?
The best scripts are written after the curtain comes down.
We love neither chance nor the inevitable.
The Poem of Forgetting remains so much more popular,
so much more familiar than the Poem of Remembering.
Choose: Wandering or searching?
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.
