Our Century

The boat was unmoored,
but we don’t know it.
To us we have always sailed
on a foaming river –
the endless stillness
of absolute unrest.

Your necks are aching now, for sure
but we can swivel
our heads back and forth –
watching the shore.
The saintly newness
of a future we expect.

There are no doors
in our houses – we run,
we tore them out.
Now the wind follows.
Do we give cause to it?
Or does it give cause to us?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s