by Rich DuBose
In my early morning funk,
I ruminate about now and eternity.
About permanence and evaporation.
Everything I see is passing.
Those who occupy the local cemetery spent
their lives tying their “boats” to the dock,
but the tide was too strong and they were pulled
out to sea.
With time everything is pulled away, from
an ocean teaming with life and promise, to
the dry docks of maritime silence.
A boat without water is a mournful thing.
There is comfort in change—for who wants the
world to remain as it is?
Let it pass, with its cancer, bullets, and greed.
Let its hostility and injustice implode.
Let the wheels come off of its imagined progress,
with its systemic racism and hate.
Let the American dream become a nightmare for
those who exploit the poor.
May those who lie and steal be caught in the
spokes of their own imaginings.
Till the sea becomes clogged with its swirling mass of
plastic, and nature convulses with destructive agony
because of human neglect,
May nothing be permanent, stable or sane!
May everything continue to pass, shrivel and die,
until we are disgusted with the world that is,
and ready for the divine alternative.
Rich DuBose writes from Northern California | Photo by Dylan P.D, with Pexels
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