Hanging Out

I can see my shadow
like a character in a comic
-just off the left-
fear pounds.

And so I shop.

And pounds of fear
and pounds of fear.

I write.

I could work less.

Pride.

What’s the mess?
What’s the mess?

Apathy…is the word he uses…

to describe the mess.

It works.

He says it’s the kids who are apathetic.

Which is as terrifying as it feels.

It’s not a very sane society.

And I wonder…if we can survive.

Things come later to Vermont.

Including revelation…
because, historically – we’ve always kept our heads down, working.

And I speak to children

and wonder if it will all work out

in a mist, I wonder, and the mist reveals.

Steel and earth and solid ground,

where I know…
where I know….

It doesn’t matter.

Please comment on whether this made you feel happy or sad. Or if it made you feel at all…