what choice do we have?

what choice do we have
but to be naked?
the flimsy cloth that covers
us
merely a dusting—
obscures fleshed contours with seams
of precision
draws the eye away
from certain shadows
but momentarily
only momentarily

rooftops reveal
our dwelling places
easily wounded
in an age of bombs

our doorways and driveways
innocently, incessantly proclaim
I live here
you live there
and of course
the thief knows it

there is no place at all
no place at all to hide

this quivering heart

no place—

for those who dare

the freedom of the open sky
the budding of tenderness
the resilience of song

could be perfect shelter   — 2001

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When I wrote this poem in August, 2001, there was a lot I didn’t know about, but could only glimpse through intuition and a “felt sense.” Nowadays, when I reread this piece, I’m amazed how much it had to say about the life looming ahead of me. My perspective is that we need to build true shelter more than ever. One of the bombs I didn’t know about then, but understand somewhat now, is geoengineering: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

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2 thoughts on “what choice do we have?

  1. “the freedom of the open sky
    the budding of tenderness
    the resilience of song”
    We rarely will know this place. When we do. Enjoy the freedom of song,dance and joy. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

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