Damocles
In perilous times we join the otherworld,
the one that’s outside
our bubble
who’s driving this bus?
who’s at the helm?
who jiggles the joystick?
we man our posts
we soothe ourselves
but one day must come to terms:
I saw a cormorant, wings spread
drying herself in the wind after lunch
oblivious to the dilemma of our recklessness
but snared nevertheless in its reach
but time itself is oblivious,
and space
so, who?
Jim Culleny
7/10/19
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